Break the record of sovereign despair -
Beat that brute back into his lair.
Sneak around and cover your face,
While he who leaks of utter disgrace
Reaps us of our successful few
And gravels the ‘stupid' that knew.
The moonlight that shines through the wet crevasse
The reflecting drops of water amassed
The pond of great back silvery sweet glass
As we enter the caverns of time,
He shines a reflection of grace. And Class.
Not even moon beams can escape this forgotten hole
Hellish cold leaches life away, and sings a lull-
"A bye would have been...