when in the mighty mist of yore, the armies blended out in groups of four, amassing platoons they did so great, part of divisions sent to infiltrate, many battalions went down in fire, many a leaders were caught in ire, many told a lie or a few, many blasted their head into two, a sphere of drugs, a carnal abyss, a lovely lady a load did not miss, from one to two, so three and sure, now be living right by the shore, just a few blocks from a ratty old whore, a sly earthen fox she currently is, ground in her core the future can't miss, a fella or two maybe owning a zoo, will buy her a heavenly billboard woohoo, she'll write me a note: "I got you a lovely complimentary goat", me and my goat whom bill I will name, together we'll chill lay back in the game, bill will get board but I'll entertain, sly as a fox just fellas no dame, till one day I'm hungry and goat is for dinner, I said I'm alright but I still am a sinner.
- horrific poet vermilion