Sham wow. we shall slaughter our cows and swim in the blood, my pal No more plowing for these cows I insist now that we bathe.
Sham wee. I have to disagree we've been bartering and broke alas to these cows gave us meat See our fields, vast and free seeds of gold will make us rich!
A sham? It's a shame. Selling paint and pans to you my man a **** dripping payment wishful thinking I wish I had a *** to **** in Kids in their Plymouths shouting it's pathetic I'd pepper spray any jaded figure if they told me they had regrets
Let them run their mouths Kids will be kids even when they're 33 Their Plymouths breaks down every week jaded figure my ***, flaws they experienced By inheritance they succeed They age like any old man swerving their needs We will have regrets if you don't listen to me.
Listen here all wishing of life supreme follow the divine ruler an ye shall not crumble pests. 33 men or 33 boys? whilst you waste sand deciphering, thy kingdom withers A **** drunk man hath no memory no manners torn lips. I twist at the sides waiting for death succumb to regret and I shall spare no gratitude
Don't be deluded, you're just drunk You're still 23 living in that big oak tree If it wasn't for me You'll be living in the streets Let's finish this Or u can bury yourself deep within your life's agony
I detect mutiny You trip over words while you question my authority if a tellers words match a tellers hands, then why worry? but I feel your dishonesty I see it in the air you breathe I question you because I can Because I should **Because I am Supreme
Pat's in Italic I'm in Bold It's a new challenge for me. Don't really know anything about farming in America. But it's a thrill to collab with the brilliant Pat:) Check out his work guys:) http://hellopoetry.com/pat-1/