Buster ******** was his name
and poetry was his game
he would swagger into town like he was it
the mudder feeking sun of a *****
He could dance a good jig
for he did not play a lot you see
when the bullets came in flying
he would love to dance with them
Buster could be really kind
he loved life and it's wonders
he was one of a no teller
was Buster ******** that feller
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
Buster ******** was his name
and poetry was his game
he would swagger into town like he was it
the mudder feeking sun of a *****
He could dance a good jig
for he did not play a lot you see
when the bullets came in flying
he would love to dance with them
Buster could be really kind
he loved life and it's wonders
he was one of a no teller
was Buster ******** that feller
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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