Again, to Daniel

Daniel Tayloe is a bippin;
Do not listen to his lies.
For bippins are not truthful;
They never look you in the eyes.
They try to convince you
that they are of the norm,
but when you cannot see them
they take their native form.
With seven eyes and a hairless tail,
in the night you hear them yell
and scream, a bloodcurdling scream.
Their flesh is green, at times unseen,
and never doubt just how mean
a vicious bippin just can be.
When confronted, you won't see.
They're are so hideous, you'll be blinded.
What you've lost don't try to find it.
If you escape, you've been blessed,
for seldom victims pass their test.
A test unspoken, too horrifying.
If you ask them, they end up crying,
And you'll be trying to make them stop,
but they never will till their heads pop.
And they'll be dead with blood on the floor.
The bippins smell it, they're at the door.
They come to get you, it starts again.
The ever-lasting cycle of the bippin.