My stubble, pajamas an my fix
Belie my macho an my tricks
From my attic the world I prowl
Mow down those that go afoul
The Hungarian prince had canines
Kings of today with ranked marines
To them a puny bothersome nerd
Shake their heads, o’ how absurd?
Know me well and trail me years
catch, collar an track em bears
But instill in their heart, I the fears
To some of them; I bring out tears
I too well know their Achilles heel
For their weaknesses I have a feel
I am the one, the arbiter of fate
To broadly smile and stay up late
The chips I munch are blue an sweet
Stacked in vaults an pretty discrete
These ones just a one twenty eight
Its child’s play to throw my weight
Old enemies we the kings and I
To their blitzy glitz I give the lie
I dodge the walls an bill at the gate
Lies In my hand the great ones fate
Heavens hath my fingers made
mind so sharp; cuts like a blade
numbers to me are the icing cake
ruined lives I leave in my wake
scarcely do I draw my shades
fingers snap an dance my maids
Oh! Where my slippers. oh! The loo
Aha! the code, I’v struck some blue
They think it’s a loony up in airs
Send moony bursts up my pairs
Wow! this one really knows his job
Wait a while! you buttered cobb
Sniffle! He’s left a gaping hole
Whopie there I’v placed a mole
Oh no! oh no! he’s got a whiff
Hes really good an fighting stiff
Already I’m sit on at least a third
Bought emselves a mocking bird
I am the one they should know
But my cover’s deep, I cannot blow
Old enemies we the kings and I
To their blitzy glitz I give the lie
I dodge the walls an bill at the gate
Lies In my hand the great ones fate
(Islamabad)
(April 24.2009)
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