HEADS UP.

its your elegy. to be carved into
your abysmal quality rock tombstone.

Dear Sir Knight XXX,
Schwer! Minable, bakaa, bendan, paagal

despair beyond despair
tears beyond our years

below this grave
lies a dave
the grass grows wild
as was this child

ring the bells
bring cockleshells
away in the dirt
the 'farmer' flirts


ring the glass
bring d.o.m to fast
for he was a du- du
he didnt live by the rules

He was our north
he was our south
our policies we couldn't croach
but ahoy kids, we have our coach!

this was not written by me.. but anyway its an inside thing you will never understand.
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unless you're in rgdebates, of course x)