The Armed Fool Poem by OVERLORD DON MANUEL IH'CAKEYNO

The Armed Fool



Tuska-ivo pointed his revolver
T'was a star nine of a'bad-jan
For the sakes of the female tuska
Humiliating I for tuska-she's sake
Alas, By solidarities might's
Forced upon I' are all tuska-she's
Shame upon all male tuska's-he's
Yet even tomorrow, Thine she's I reject
And more, Thine he's I scorn oh tuska
Thine insult I return oh tuska-ivo

The Armed Fool
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