I'm made of bones and brains, not much
I have no muscle but need no crutch
I'm quite fine alone, as such
Just call me Skeletor
I have just bones and wit, no pain
Everything else is mine to gain
I've no need for fortune fame
Just call me Skeletor
With bones and mind there's lots to find
Like heart and lungs and words that rhyme
But as I am, there's lots of time
Just call me Skeletor
I've no sad sob story to tell
Though I've been back and forth from hell
I may have some souls to sell
Just call me Skeletor
I can never tell a lie
Don't care how much it hurts, I've tried
I have no heart, remember why?
Just call me Skeletor
If times are great and you get bored
Just call me up, we'll find a whore
We'll bone all night 'till she gets sore
Then I'll say darlin', I'm Skeletor
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Life Poetry
PoesíaAll of the poems I write into this book is a collaboration of old and new poems that I write, or have written throughout my life. Some will be funny, some romantic, depressing and even just random. There is no way to tell what might inspire me nex...
