
Was really early and I hadn't slept yet. Dreams danced upon my eyes.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 131 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-15-09 - id: 2709502
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Deadbeat Buzz Flare
A/N: I have no clue what the title means. I do imagine in my head it is the combination of a deadbeat person who is intoxicated and sets off a flare.
The majestic crown atop his head
Fills the people with Fear
For they call him the Lord of Dread
and shiver when he is near.
A deadbeat he was once called
With a buzz he let loose a flare
By a mighty bear was he mauled
Daggers are but a pair.
Shock into nimbleness one can foresee
The number of only three
Indeed a solemn wish
Serve up a corroded dish.
So sell your wares in the street
Leather soles on concrete
The merchant is an angry lad
The beggar is the one who's sad.
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