My boys they suffered a legendary defeat now
look need hurry sleep it off we're in
room 205 and have an action packed day waiting
peaceful slumbers are required the last thing
one needs is a taunting
from the other side of the dirty curtain, yes
it's quite the insult to suffer a haunting
from the not so ethereal
realm and I know whose tongue those foul sneers
such cheap jeers originated
no oxygen supply for my detractor
thou nameless wretch who shall remain
sir a mere flapping scoundrel
Transfigured a la realm into
squawking mocking bird of parrot
wings a clapping with glee at my boys
shortfall, stumbling, succumbent
catastrophic capitulation
as we have established, still at the
jabs and jibes the rising rage - Cut it out!
One feels targeted, one starts to mutter
from the depths, the worst of all words
and in many fresh combinations
they lurch from gut to throat
@~{(&^!^* (£%$^~~£(*!"@#
Till a familiar voice shakes and
soothes from the right side
