Troops Of Lunatics In Fortio Urium - Poem by Roger Bewman
hannibals, perverts, psychos,
malicious freaks of nature,
robber barons, drug cartels makers
gather to her party
The norm of not being romantic
the lazy and the loser
is the theme for the outfit
Count your words, no more than 213
before you approach the female door
and smile like a flirty scumbag
Think before you speak and then puke in your sleep
don't overanalyse cause your veins will burst
stumble on your thoughts but not on hers
cause you will be ostracised like an octopus from
an ocean prison party
Three months and one year
counting crows and liberty tyre tracks
are you all normal now?
so you think....
Prepare for the torture of the blink
whoever blinks will be sent to join....
the troops of lunatics in Fortio Urium
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