I
Cheeky devils grin, revile at whim;
in your face holier than thou speak.
At your backs skulldugger every sin;
to ask for seconds on your Christian Chin!
Order up, tongue in cheek for the bleak;
who lost all abridged versions of elite:
Voulez-Vouz Entendu, Chagrin?
II
The French don't work, English don't play;
Germans are full of Orders, Jack a dull boy.
Uzza looses Arcs to the dirt, nobody claims;
time to molest babes, while the vultures stain.
Slain insane, are the parties, bigger than the loin;
no time for people, cash in on the embroil.
Its time to pray, lift your spirit-wings, Shane!
III
Don't understand master, don't receive servant;
just like on days of Babylon, Black Butlers rampart!
Misgive and bring your nine pounds of flesh ardent;
the bears and bulls brawling, the Salmon rewarded.
Into the Fog, and through the dredged swamp, braggart;
those who shoed around mice in a maze stagger
and fall down to their faces, like Eli was burdened.
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