Hark My Words!
Judge me not to your confounded notion
Allow me some conjecture - a small portion
Oddities convene relish past memories serene
Unbeknownst to your fate yet you stand replete
I fear not your constant reprisal constantly brewing
Alas your tunelss heart so dramatically churning
Vie with me if you dare a sport
Silence heed my words be called
Verily you art not so visibly shaken
Your slandered words will no more be taken
Drat and damnation woe befall you
Heathen that you are in my view
I weep at your impetus
You ignoramus brutus!
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