Poem 3: The Master Plan

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That beat will never stop,

That insistent drumming.

Dum

Dum

Dum

Dum

Oh, whatever you’ve planned, it is very cunning.

Dum

Dum

Dum

Dum

Why are you doing this?

Why won’t it go away?

Why must it forever stay?

Dum dum dum dum.

It’s making me mad

Can’t you see?

Are you going to make me beg, cry and plea?

Dum dum dum dum.

I will get my revenge,

I will have my way.

For I am the Master

And I’m here to stay…

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