We'll start at round two, cos with you I'm through
Ding ding goes the bell, you're scared as hell.
You will be Hun, when your face starts to swell
I'm versatile like chicken, finger lickin' good
And the worst thing is, you know I could,
Give you a basting, leave you battered and fried.
Present you on a plate until you've lost all pride.
Thing is you see, that's too much energy.
Words when written, you don't understand,
Can equally crush any man.
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He Without Sin
PoetryA new collection of poetry based on the theme of the seven deadly sins - Envy, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Pride, Sloth and Wrath. A work in progress book, with poems added as I work on them. All based on true experiences and encounters I hope you enjoy...
