When next you see me travel
Do not ask if I will stay
I've not the time for talking
You'll not get the time of day
My time, my dear, is money
With such worth, I'd nary trust her
My words, you'll heed, are golden
Your two cents, mere bronze, lack luster
Fit the bill, you do not
Of cases I will juggle
A blind man could see with either eye
Pettiness is your struggle
Complaints of yours, I'll not hear one
For requests, I lack forbearance
Ask a favor, don't you try
Charity's beyond my inherence
Those paws you clinch, you'll also wash
Dare you raise a fist to me
Your filth exudes; nay, it disgusts
Mealworms out-shine thee
So step off, peasant, you've done enough
Of this wasting of my breath
Be gone now, & clear of sight
Lest thou wish for their own death
"Your majesty" I shall be addressed
No more else should such **** say
And when next you see me travel
Do not ask if I will stay
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
When next you see me travel
Do not ask if I will stay
I've not the time for talking
You'll not get the time of day
My time, my dear, is money
With such worth, I'd nary trust her
My words, you'll heed, are golden
Your two cents, mere bronze, lack luster
Fit the bill, you do not
Of cases I will juggle
A blind man could see with either eye
Pettiness is your struggle
Complaints of yours, I'll not hear one
For requests, I lack forbearance
Ask a favor, don't you try
Charity's beyond my inherence
Those paws you clinch, you'll also wash
Dare you raise a fist to me
Your filth exudes; nay, it disgusts
Mealworms out-shine thee
So step off, peasant, you've done enough
Of this wasting of my breath
Be gone now, & clear of sight
Lest thou wish for their own death
"Your majesty" I shall be addressed
No more else should such **** say
And when next you see me travel
Do not ask if I will stay
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