-Tuesday
So
I am screwed
For source I lack.
Help me, dude!
Erlack, erlack!
Isaak H. will have my head
With his mad skills
I'll soon be dead!
Despair, distress, and hairless cat
That taints his balding tail
With shat
I'll go pet sweet, sweet Hammy
Even if he smells clammy.
The top is blonde,
The front is brown,
The ends are red,
It's like a clown;
It makes me laugh,
I'm scared of it.
It comes to right below my tit.
What what is it?
The answers there
If you just look:
It is my hair.
At first the sky was blue and wide
But then it quickly changed
At first some clouds
And then it cried
The weather turned deranged.
The wind picked up, the trees were bent,
The birds were everywhere
A piece of gravel makes a dent
In iron underwear.
The lady's tall and quite well-built
Her hair blows 'cross her face
Her belt is made of braided gilt
She tows a loathesome mace
Her wings are gray and tall and huge
They slowly hold her weight
Her cheeks are slapped with bloody rouge
Her eyes are scorned by hate
The worms of Hell are at her feet
They nip her dresses hem
And through her toes they wind and seep
She doesn't notice them
The voice of God commands her at
The men who pay for whores
The dirty, dark, perverted men
That sneak behind closed doors
She looks at them, they quake with fear
She strikes them with her mace
And then the worms they slither near
And wrap them up in lace
They drag them into lower Hell
And throw them to the dogs
And none are left to ever tell
The nature of their sobs
They gray angel then flies away
Her soul is cracked and blind
And all began on that cruel day
The dying sun then shined.