Never Knowingly Charmed
Unskilled workers toil wordlessly
To echo the charmless Fathom
They grunt while smashing the atom
They drink while cursing their god
Unsung heroes brought Fathom to life
Fat bosses mean nothing but strife
And heroes are wights with mud on their fife
Put them all to the Knife!
Undead teens roam deserted streets
Slim pickins for little cheats
Or any sacred to the Word
Oh! This is quite absurd!
Artless hoats added pen to paper
Scratching out curses and verses
And naming the Rat in their trite caper
Cruising the streets in their hearses
Contributors: | best boy, The Agent Apsley, nomi, Stacy, TG. |
Poem finished: | 22nd February 1999. |