It's been awhile since I took the time
To wake up, and brew a ryhme
Far too long,some would say
But fate plays games so I must stay
It's funny how the world works
With gadgets, leaders, technological perks
But in our governments something lurks
Strictly secret, awaiting to berserk
Its known today as law and order
That I need no hint
But in truth, it's overall disorder
For law is justified by print
And here I am posting this message
Letting all my opinions go away
Not knowing the further presage
Posted up, for display
Though let me ask, what is the point of making these ryhmes
They go on like a long, narrow thread
To answer, poets enjoy these artistic times
And they like to mess with people's heads
I have many ryhmes in my head
Each layed out on the table
For these ryhmes, you cannot spread
Though they aren't stable
There is alot to an assassin
That many do not know yet
For math skills, we have trouble to fasten
But we enjoy projectego(.net)
So what do I do on my spare time
That is somewhat decree
Well, count up the extra dimes
And wait for Halo 3
(that's all I got for now
)
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