Please sir i want some more !
awkward words uttered that morning
hope for a pinch of mercy, encore ?
line suddenly died, conscience was calling
Please sir i want some more !
landing on deaf ears, usual sound
expendable soul wrapped up to go
a thought went ahead, forehead bound
Please sir i want some more !
`You know me as Oliver Twisted,
do you remember me at all ?`
`sharpening tools, my name was listed`
Went up from under his trousers, an Axe so blunt
amidst brain pieces & bits, somewhat gore
He kept on smashing, `you merciless cunt,
would you like some more ?`
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