There once was a man named Machine,
Who wrote with a manner obscene,
He thought he was strong 'cause his poems were long,
when in truth they were pointless and mean!
Now with me, I stick to the point,
I know how to rock the joint,
without fancy words that none's ever heard.
With the truth, your mind I'll anoint.
Last edited by Oriphiel; 12-18-2014 at 07:42 AM.
Reason: Typo!
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