A simple Poem depicting the goons of yesterday and comparing them with today. Hope you enjoy.
The bacchanal abactor is back again,
To play his gamewith a beele;
Drives his hunt away to the unknown,
This cacogen is wild and rides like a claviform.
To play his gamewith a beele;
Drives his hunt away to the unknown,
This cacogen is wild and rides like a claviform.
Repudiated by his folks,
He is in folklore’s and limericks;
His heroics though reprehensible,
He lives and is a true fabulist.
He is in folklore’s and limericks;
His heroics though reprehensible,
He lives and is a true fabulist.
Today the fandango has changed,
He no more rushes for the wild;
This concrete jungle has more for him,
There is more in the life of human being.
This concrete jungle has more for him,
There is more in the life of human being.
He sneaks in the darkness,
Drives like a claviform in flight;
To hunt his prey – this time cold blooded,
This brings in dosh, loaded.
To hunt his prey – this time cold blooded,
This brings in dosh, loaded.
His is fatidical and happy with his mactation,
No more in folklore and limericks;
But in the gazetter every day,
Hides in the magnality grottos of today.
But in the gazetter every day,
Hides in the magnality grottos of today.
He is many faces and many names,
With one mission of obliteration;
His mammonism is immense,
His death brings in more manace.
His mammonism is immense,
His death brings in more manace.
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