Monday, 11 March 2013


there was a man, politician,
whose name i will not mention, 
he gives his speeches,
become one of the leeches,
from everyone's portion. 

there was a man named Rass,
takes a journey home by a bus, 
he never get there, 
he was left; astray,
then realised change the bus he must. 

young man sitting on his bed, 
in front of him lying a woman in red, 
his hand with whipped cream,
he thought "this must be a dream"
if his wife knows it he must be dead.

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