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he is like a ba taste in your mouth
his attitude is one uncouth
his motives devious and sly
his job gets better when they cry

his jacket of leather, dog tags on his neck
his laughter, more tetious than a woodpeckers peck
eternaly roaming Between Earth
finding people with despicable girth

his life spent torturing the dissapointments
but he is like them to extents
draging people to the archway of Hell
to pass part of his cursed spell

he desires a girl who is a challenge
one who knows when to get revenge
to take a calm ride in her charriot
the mellow ride unlike the mood of a Yankee patriot
the bumpy ride of his motor bike
that he has now come to like

his father hates her's, but who gives a shit
he don't, even if he throws his "war" fit
he'd go and get her, let him be struck
by lightning, from her father, like being hit by a truck