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
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC
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
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