STAND YOUR CORNER! BEWARE THE STING IN THE TAIL... Poetry that's amour-plated and packs a sting! Heavily pregnant or of a nervous disposition, stepaway now...
GUTSY! BRAVE! poetry not for the easily offended, or those with a weak heart condition, forgive me for the few errors and the irregular rhyme, the world doesn't play to that kind of beat.
I took down what I could remember as a travelling man, beaten by broken wings, wandering through this hell, and the rest is lost to the winds of time and to the delirium of the unforgiving outback. I give you this collection of poetry, far from the urinal walls of inner London, but of which I am equally proud.
Welcome to the Jungle, punks...
Evil walks and it walks well
But don’t count yourself out
Show you can drink from reserves
When they put you through drought
And switch off, turn their backs on you
To try and make you alone starve
Or to mess with your mind so that
You end up tearing yourself in half
Don’t let them do it folks, don’t let them take the piss
Just grease your knuckles, grit your teeth, say: suck on this.
~Evil Walks~
White Scorpion is a thing of beauty under the tough exterior, just watch out for the sting in the tail...