Quill scribbles Muscle Men
hand cramps now; with arrogance
but I write on. And might and brawn
my woe- be- gone. say woe- be- gone

The halo grab Displaying pride
and toss away and dominance
Poet wtihdrawn criticense spawn.
for woe- be- gone Sing 'woe- be- gone'

Poetic 'gems' I also scorn
drop quills full your useles drafts
at every dawn of science drawn
your woe- be- gone but woe- be- gone

Service yourself, To call always
glorified s(yys)in yourself a Doc'
shit on my lawn scratch balls and yawn
your woe- be- gone your woe- be- gone

DIREGARD me
it's my board too
and I'll write songs.
Your woe grows on.


To Veekin To Anfini



Penned by my hand on the 8th of Variach, in the year 215 MA.