War! War! And after the War, bleed more War!
How much more would those Minionettes cry out
Endlessly push-and-pull this Game-of-Bar
With you the Fulcrum; Possession they shout
As if by Right your Individual owned
Which even I in my Hidden Cloud charge
Was, by the Slinged Girl, a Teaching reversed
And basked me a Criminal hunted at-large
Though Planned Stripes advertise such Good Intent
Which most Merry Tigers usually do
Hungry for the Duiker his lives numbered spent
And by the Letter his Muzzle out-grew.
So how could this End if Focus they increase
Your Lion by the Sword? Your Bullets un-cease?