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Nov 2013
In my family I am called the ******* one
for I am not out for riches or gain of others
they see me a jester, so way, way out of line
even if I tell them that, I like to do it my way

I wondered with my draconian upbringing
that could I really, hold my sword by my side
and not wield it in rhetoric crazy justice
well I passed on that one in some ways

Here now I sit, resting like a succulent chicken
just out of the oven, all basted in rich creamy butter
whatever they stuffed me with, it smells good
come friends have a bite out of me, You Know You should

lol
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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