There are teeth Where his toes should be. His eyes are joints in his legs, His mouth is mistakenly misaligned, Where it goes, only he knows. How did his creator create him? Did they think they were doing a favor? No, he did it with fervor In a state close to Mordor Never to know locations of the doors. There was never a chance for him, But one day his type will rule, They will conquer us in combat, And we will condone that. It all started with a simple “What if I put teeth Where this man’s toes should be?” From a simple man. And a simple question like that Can change everything right off the bat.