My Launcher ~ a poem by Sir Jeffulot
(as dedicated to our King, Bad Mo Fo)

Oh my launcher, I love you so,
so I write this poem so I can show,
That I love the way you shoot so far,
and deliver my angels to where maggots are...

In my rage, I aim without haste,
so my precious rockets I won't waste,
pulling the trigger I release my friend,
delivering the pain that I must lend...

My rocket departs with a stream of gold,
with glory roaring triumphant and bold,
pain, pain, pain I give,
in hopes that with it, they will not live...

Ah how I rejoice in seeing it,
meet them and blow them all to shit...
Aroused and pleased I cannot wait,
to kill again, I anticipate...

Oh launcher, my launcher, I truly see,
Without you I cannot be...
For with you in my trembling hands,
I will always rule my land...
~ Property of the WadAsian High Council


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