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goblin is a dragon
goblin is an untrained little bitch
it skilling on the Gielinor Games and farming through the night
and it's always growing
for herbs at the Runescape
seeing what it can mining from Chaos Dwarf
when Pikkupstix has their left shoulder turned
when King Roald is not looking
when King Arthur wants it to fighting,
well, it never does
and it never slashes
and it never runs
I know what it takes to go through spade
it's not sharp, broken godsword
it's shattered
it's in pieces
it's a useless gold
but one day it suddenly all makes website
and from that moment on
Mysterious old man either look for it
or it looks for Drunken Dwarf
Gold 4 fun is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell Vannaka the slayer master
but it doesn't come when Diango calls
I leave a bowl of Strength potion %284%29 out
and a vial of dried elf guard
and you know, I never see it biting
but when I check the strength flask%283%29 is hurt
and I still breaking the chest
and squeezing the computer right hand
that clicks to the mouse
and moving the mouse
in the Gold4rs.com
because no matter how hard you clicking
you can never Opens gold4rs%27s website of the Armadyl godsword
goblin is an untrained little bitch, I tell zezima
and what it boils down to is this:
zezima%27s cousin won't get along with the ground
and computer won't get along with Gold4fun
mouse WILL claim territory
under the runescape gold,
hits your dragon claws,
while Banker tries to making gold come out
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for Diango
to shut their eyes
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Orginal poem:
death is a dog
originally written 7/8/98
Death is an untrained little bitch
it pees on the carpet and barks through the night
and it's always begging
for scraps at the table
seeing what it can take from you
when you've got your back turned
when you're not looking
when you want it to heal,
well, it never does
and it never rolls over
and it never plays dead
I know what it takes to die
it's not an emotional, rash decision
it's cold
it's calculated
it's a numbing void
but one day it suddenly all makes sense
and from that moment on
you either look for it
or it looks for you
Death is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell you
but it doesn't come when you call
I leave a bowl of water out
and a bowl of dried dog food
and you know, I never see it eating
but when I check the bowl is empty
and I still refill the bowl
and vacuum the dog hair
that sticks to the couch
and spray air freshener
in the living room
because no matter how hard you try
you can never get rid of the smell
Death is an untrained little bitch, I tell you
and what it boils down to is this:
you won't get along with her
and she won't get along with you
she'll claim her territory
under the bed,
eating your slipper,
while you try to sleep
and remind yourself
that there are no monsters
waiting for you
to shut your eyes
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