How a humble son of Scotland
Fought to enviable height First a paratrooper captain Then as a British knight This witty chap from Glasgow Loaned himself, a decorated past From Distinguished Service Order To NATO's advisory cast As the press took him in notice His wiki posts drew no pity As with his tale of valour He was defamed: "Sir Walter Mitty"
Historical account: A Tale of Valour
Just so you know, your comments don't mean much. You think you know something to be true. Well hate to break it to you, but you're wrong. Everything you think you know is way off base. I thought I should let you know. We do this for entertainment sake. So be confused but don't hate. Sincerely, Bexis P.S. This is a poetry site not Facebook it should be about the art. P.S.S I like tacos P.S.S.S Hi!
Not a puppet account. Especially since I don't like puppets.
another multiple account holder
has made Cello Poetry his abode where he's posting under many a different authoring code he was initially known as Brando Build then he added a few more to his prospering guild the syndication now hosts Slick Shaz, Fruity Rot and Tuppence which is quite an extensive confluence what title will he choose next his whole charade has got right out of context
so say voices who do well know
they're multiplying by the score an exact total out of show it's possible there's millions more* they're multiplying by the score every day numbers keep rising it's possible there's millions more these huge counts ever surprising every day numbers keep rising alias names being concealed these huge counts ever surprising genuine stats rarely revealed alias names being concealed under our radar they all slip genuine stats rarely revealed each one an unstated ship under our radar they all slip incognito account holders each one an unstated ship we're never privy to their folders incognito account holders an exact total out of show we're never privy to their folders *so say voices who do well know
her one and only claim to fame
* *indeed it bought upon her shame was not a reputable asset indeed it bought upon her shame around the ears we weren't wet accounts galore she'd create was not a reputable asset she e'en had some on a sleeper plate the guises used didn't fool a bit accounts galore she'd create why the need for many an outfit? multiple costumes being worn the guises didn't fool a bit ever other identities were born writing under trillions of naming tags multiple costumes being worn but viewers were wise to her wags writing under a trillion naming tags her one and only claim to fame
You are there in all my mails
Though in attaining you I fail You're there in all my accounts Coz to your memories I'm eternally bound Your name is my password The date we met is the security check Your messages now are mere words To find the fault I'm reading it (messages) all back With your thought I slept Your portrait is on the rack To which I stare all night through my shroud With million thoughts and million doubts The portrait still hangs at its place But you are not here to solace The insane heart still stares all the night long But to you probably i'm a forgotten/old song I'll delete it (mails and accounts) all like one delete account's history I may move on and stand tall but you'll be an unsolved mystery¡¡¡
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