Oh woe is me, pretending to be free,

from the clutches and snares,

of one who causes many tears

 enslaving me as it would be,

eternally!

My subscription within,

causes almighty sin,

where O where should my help come,

he has me helpless, he has me dumb,

Fiery flatulent beast of the air!

I shall take up my sword,

sever his ruthless discord,

fickle to the bitter end is he destined,

no excuse allowed when finally questioned,

Yea oh yea unsheathing steadily!

One swift precision blow,

take out the beast and his show,

revealing blood running like crude,

menacing traits ungainly and rude,

Steathily now, he is within my strike!

 He lays prostrate upon the ground,

headless demon, not a sound,

I will never walk this way again,

mark the spot, of how and when,

I slew that vindictive Man of old..

What do you know, he had no Gold!

Ch'erie de Perrot

 15/12/2103 

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