Crabs!
Feudal crabs in borrowed garments
Revelling in a sinking haven
It is time to tell them
What LAW TIME cannot enforce
The lukewarm hands of the stroke master will do
Groping travelers in jubilant mode
Your stepping to Bandiri tuneful dirge
Will soon ignite the cacophony of fountain wasps
Your tenacious hold on voyagers booties
Is as heinous as a crime
At those who confisticate the orphans portion
It is true
A man who watches the crab to bait its eyelid
Would do so for eternity
And the leopard never changes spot
When the thunderous roars of the gun hit their skull
Its devouring smoke fleecing your skin
Roaring thunderstorm rendering the leopard spotless
The crab would bait its eyes several times over
When it is soaked in hot water
The crab may choose to stare all through
Till the canine and incisors
Herald the obituary and the funeral rites
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