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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