A poem from the heart...

TadeMasu

TadeMasu

[08] Mercenary
I wanna be the very best
Like no one ever was
To touch them is my real test
To rape them is my cause
I will travel across the land
Raping far and wide
Teach players to understand
The power that's inside
YODAMARE!
Gotta touch 'em all
It's you and me
I know it's my ecstacy
YODAMARE!
Oooooh, you're my best friend
In a world we must amend
YODAMARE!
Gotta touch 'em all
Our hearts so true
Our rapage will pull us through
You touch me and I'll touch you
YODAMARE!
Gotta touch 'em all
Gotta touch 'em all
Yeeaa.
Every challenge along the way
With courage I can face
I will rape them everyday
To claim my races place
Come with us the time is right
There's no better team
Dick in hand we'll win the fight
It's always been our dream
YODAMARE!
Gotta touch 'em all
It's you and me
I know it's our ecstacy
YODAMARE!
Oooooh, you're my best friend
In a world we must amend
YODAMARE!
Gotta touch 'em all
Our hearts so true
Our rapage will pull us through
You touch me and I'll touch you
YODAMARE!
Gotta touch 'em all

Gotta touch 'em all


Gotta touch 'em all



Gotta touch 'em all



Gotta touch 'em all



Yeeaa!!!!
 
A poem from the heart:

Jimmy didn't like to do his chores.
He always said they made him bored.
He'd lie on the couch and call his brothers bad names.
He'd spend the whole day playing video games.

The garbage had piled up three miles high.
Jimmy'd say "It's not so bad, least there's shade from the flies."
He left an apple on his window sill
A small tree grows there, it grows there still.

When asked about the matter,
Why was he so uncouth?
He'd say "What's all this chatter,
At least we've got fruit."

Such a sloppy child seemed beyond salvation.
Doomed to improper excuses for fruit cultivation.
His mother would beg him to clean up his room.
A whole kitchen was there, all the knives, cups and spoons.

This room invites vermin, all the mice ants and roaches,
Why not think of others, what runs through that head?
Jimmy, quick on his feet was beyond such reproaches,
"Mom doesn't slave over dishes when they're under the bed."

If it was just the house it would be bad enough.
But the yard needed tending, it was not up to snuff.
The grass was so high it came up to your neck,
The trees needed trimming, the whole thing was a wreck.

His father fumed,
"This yard looks like a jungle where you'd see some Mayans!"
Jimmy only bemused
"What other yard has got lions?"

But Jimmy's comeuppance would come in due time,
He tripped on some trash and then he broke his spine.
He flailed as he fell and was buried in trash
It came down just like an avalanche.

For five days straight Jimmy did not see a soul,
He'd never been so alone or so cold.
He drank water that leaked from an old toilet bowl,
He survived by scavenging under his hamper for mold.

The authorities found him, he spent five months in a cast.
But the boy learned his lesson from accidents past.
When he came home to his dirty old room.
The first thing he said was "Someone get me a broom."

It's a bit rough right now but there.
 
Pretty good.
Did you guys write em yourselves?

I don't know- the "Gotta touch 'em all" in the first one makes me think of Pikachu.
 
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