He has the wisdom to drop their cigarettes,
has the end to a gun to stab the  bayonet,
He has the forge that  can go on ahead
with no play-time pass the roman roulette

He has spring in his steps
the sweat powering the jet,
the deck where he bought his  vent
eggs, here he nearly tripped his step

He's no weakling to the kindling
An antique clock to the winding
He's but  yolk to everyday folk,
as the winter makes the  coats.

Smoking it up a little too much,
I see Miss Piggy flashing her ***.
But give me hot Jessica Rabbit,
as a roll another and a sip of ***
slender body with ***** in my face.
I can't resist a grin of lovely facts.

A raven will take what isn't given,
a bird of the hells & not of the heavens,
They have that vacant cruel stare in their eyes
Stealing a mama's eggs as she helplessly cries

They have a look that is partially demon
Works as teams to sneak from pie men,
If they were to attack humanity,
they could do some serious damage.
Don't misunderstand their intelligence,
Makes up for their lack of elegance.

One will open up one of your bins,
while the other throws stuff within
The beak of one opens the handle
All your ******* scattered, the scandals.

He's cursed to walk this terrible Earth,
Ever since he let loose of Sin's birth
He's been hanged and beheaded,
but his parts crawl back be-wedded

Immortality until the sun splutters
and leaves Earth roasted on a platter
Finally his grievances will be forgiven
or at least that's what he's wishing.

He's been scarred and witnessed the worse
of humanity's blood splashing the dirt
He prefers the quiet solitary darkness,
of his room free of more curses & blesses.

Happy with his bottle of Tequilla
and his sweet girl's that Latina
An expert of knives & firearms
Cross him & he'll do serious harm.