Comments about delalorm fiaka
Kings? Or Pins?
Steadily it crept from the helm...
And seeped unabated down the arteries to the heart of our very existence
A thumb stuck out, a tongue run riot...
The incandescence of our moral bulb faded slowly, the once illuminating crescent now shone so dimly..
Perhaps they were right, when the labelled our tenements as dark
With just whispers and gasps we will lose the fight...then our sordid temparement would be striped stark
An industrious course we did chart,