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Ode to Burns & the chaotic wonder
Aye! Ye blitherin' bastard Sterling!
Ye make my hair a'go a curlin!
With ye beady eyes and pompous nose,
medllin' with all ye choose to chose!
Ye have no likes to ye, not one sight!
and make 'em banshees run a' fright!
Ye think ye the king to all despair-
and let me not a' near ye hair!
Aye, not one second goes unhinged
without ye bile, ye sup'er binged!
If ye had a clue ye'd a ponder
how ye life thriv'd (a chaotic wonder)!
Aye, ye pitiful bastard, Sterling!
Could thy body be a cast a' hurlin'?
Off thee blissful cliff of fate
into the fire pit of hate!
