Atop the mountain gazing down,
I witness a collection of goats,
And right by then sat a small town,
Filled with gold, and boats.
I shifted angles and looked to the back,
A bunch of buffoons with nothing,
Staring at me as I screamt attack,
Ten, twenty , thirty men all coughing.
"*It must be the *** said one bearded buffoon,
"it must be the weather", said another,
And one with a scar said "it must be the moon"
And then finally "**it must be my **** said my brother.
They all ran towards the town, plundered the gold,
Made it so that the children could never grow old.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
Atop the mountain gazing down,
I witness a collection of goats,
And right by then sat a small town,
Filled with gold, and boats.
I shifted angles and looked to the back,
A bunch of buffoons with nothing,
Staring at me as I screamt attack,
Ten, twenty , thirty men all coughing.
"*It must be the *** said one bearded buffoon,
"it must be the weather", said another,
And one with a scar said "it must be the moon"
And then finally "**it must be my **** said my brother.
They all ran towards the town, plundered the gold,
Made it so that the children could never grow old.
