I see Mac run on
sameliness well
where party will
not dance, an
Islanders are like
every trigger of
any firing arm,
as claimers of
cross sectional
in all chambers
Sharpen their way
when cow is
slaughtered
with a useless
jewel-like a
weapon, and
every lion
has a mane so
never invite
a barber to
come near
his head

Let the lion
roar his
applauses
When the
dogs listened
they will all
pass to cemetry