
By Emmanuel Williams
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The legend that is the Depp of fortune
For fortune and the curls of Cry Baby
Hands like weapons and fingers of knives
A wonder known haunted as Edward
With bats above his head
And cocaine in his blood
Among others and yet like no other
Johnny. Fucking. Depp.
Or Willy Fucking Wonka
Jack Fucking Sparrow
Sweeney Mother Fucking Todd
John Son of a Bitch Dillinger
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Headless horsemen flee lest be vanquished
Ikabod Crane shamelessly stole that dame
And as Grindewald became bewitched
But back to the pirate, we dare speak his name
And that’s Captain Jack Sparrow
If ye savvy as all hell
Let’s bring him that horizon
And rum with a rebel yell
Because Rango ain’t D’Jango
But Sweeney is creamy
And I’d sleep with the Hatter
If Alice weren’t so dreamy
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