Laying in my mothers house
contented with my wife.
Daddy's engaged to Mum again
What more is swell in life?

Have milk and alcohol at hand
Sarcasm in me mind.
And then, alas, the only problem
Emerges, and I find

That I and friends, my enemies
Ex-lovers and the gall
Don't really want a trident.
No. Don't want a trident at all.

I do confess, I do relate
Sometimes, I feel scorn too
But I don't sell poems for 45 gold
and sometimes I shut up- I do!

- Tarinn Lee Demira(-Sin'Lai-Sudoko-Aneneas-Forestwalker-etc.)
Buying a trident.





Penned by my hand on the 16th of Severin, in the year 215 MA.