Every time I rhyme...
the devil burns...
every time I writhe...
the devil sticks a pasty on...
upside down...
his sychophantic bum...
this is his way to say...
chum...
I get you...
no way...
not yet...
there's more to come...
much more to come...
in the news day's...
run.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015
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