This is scary!
He has a knife,
a deadly, sharply one,
three inches long,
a silver, sturdy one,
shining in the dark,
scaring me to death,
no one caring least,
the burden falls on me,
get rid of this rogue.
Three inches long,
deadly, sharply one,
he could kill me, sure on that,
will spare my darling not,
neither do my mom,
nor do my skinny neighbor,
nor do my country whole,
neither do my pretty flag.
He is on the leash,
with a deadly, sharply knife,
he is on the run,
taking on the world,
to take it on you one and all.
I can hear you calling me,
to take it on this scary guy,
to thrash him from the face of earth,
no matter he likes or not.
I am getting up to task,
to get him back on knees,
I will save you and the world as whole,
before he punches his knife that deep,
the deadly, sharply, fiery one.
Am I hearing this whisper,
the lowly, slowly ones.
who is there, in this dark,
who murmur back to me?
I hear you asking me,
"Don't you have one knife of own,
a deadly, sharply one,
ten inches that long,
scary, fiery one,
silver, blackish one,
stained, bloody, longer one".
How dare you do ask,
how stupid you do ask,
am I like that rogue,
the thug, crooked one,
am I like that mushy,
the oily, creepy one.
Am I not the one destined,
saving you the globe,
am I not the one brainy,
burdened to lead you all.
Let us rid of all these rogues,
him and all his likes,
don't be there, on my way,
let me damn it, in my way.
I do have all my knives,
longer, shorter ones,
sharper, scary ones,
bigger, smaller ones.
I do have all of them,
just can't even number them,
but, so what if I have,
am I not the lead you bow,
dawned on me is, this only thing,
to save you, free you wormy ones.
Let me keep all my knives,
get rid of that guy from east.
You say, he did use it not,
even once that rusty knife.
Okay, I did several times,
but, so what if I did,
I am the leader, you may bow,
let us rid of all these rogues,
him and all his likes,
join me on this holly war
if not, sorry, you are next.
