Beck Dishman

Sus! Sus! The imposter!

A young aspiring poet who hopes to use his gift for good!






Might need to call an emergency meeting
To be honest my heart is beating

Sus on black, Sus on red
Oh no everyones dead

Fix those lights swipe that card
None of these tasks are very hard

I saw him vent, oh geez oh no
I need to scram I need to go

Dead body reported, what will I do
It’s over kid on, Sus on you

Now wait a minute, I was in storage
You can vouch, Can’t you orange?

SUS!

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