People sitting at this dusty old chair

And no one man sits in this with a care

Educated men with papers signed off

And the world of work they all tend to scoff

Rare are silver bullets from the humble

Lo that chair so dusty is a rare jewel

Uncommon tidings of a writing man

Life in the depths of hell I understand

A rare gift she too will write and will fain

Making all rape and wry foolishness wane

Hierarchies move the untamed potent

Children flowing from a pervertress pest

Diseased herpes infected high poor boys

Not one of them cares for women made toys

Oi most think of booze and underclass pints

Showing knuckles ripped from unjustly fights

Schools filled with the love for knowledge of peace

Many living in good conduct with ease

Ye we wish all the poor forswear evil

Alas many perjurous push and till

And the wicked among them take and break

Raping hearts of innocent life they shake

May my singing slowly descend to ye

May my heart go out to all the needy

Fill them all up with life concentrated

Many among them the constituent

Let those who can sing sing low and believe

Let those who know peace talk of full reprieve

Ease the ones who know of mathematics

Listen ye folk to ones called romantics

O you all who have a heart for people

Heed now that chair contains cobwebs of foil

Lo the liars sit in wait like lions

Stealing those dreams of their art's defiance

Golden words the poet writes down verses

As the vampires watch O evil purpose

They steal from the poet many great words

Shattering all her peace and songs of birds

Smiting her Force negatively they shout

In their pleasures stolen her butt they mount