Terror Fried

His arse didn’t feel them.

The kicks kept coming.

He slept right through

A major thumping.

The blood

She clots

A major lumping.

Hey no stumping!

You can’t trade booze for votes!

You know they will cross moats!

The drawbridge down

And still you clown

Baptism needs some water!

If there was time you oughta…

But you don’t today

The urge fades away

Killing time’s just as good now.

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