My shadow, my shadow
has giganimous thighs.
She's fat, dumb and ugly,
and she loves to tell lies.
She talks about people
behind their backs and
in their face
and leaves her
dirty socks all
over the place.
She's loud and obnoxious
and says the wrong things.
She eats dessert before breakfast
and wears white before spring.
She sits in chairs
with legs open
and sits in class
with eyes closed.
She scratches her ass
and digs in her nose.
And from all these nasty things
that she's turned out to be,
I still love my shadow,
'cause my shadow is me.