Please, stop describing as classic
What is in reality slick,
Something I’d go for as “the sick,”
At home Dad to beat me with stick…
Indeed, an idea men don’t pick,
Because in the end wounds to lick,
As it explodes cloud of smoke thick
Time Bomb to not permit a tick…
Protesters for haters’ slogans?
Gunshots will waste all your organs!
You’ve never wrestled...
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