Whoever let him in, this Hun
(goes by the name of Attila)
sharp words, hard hands and evil thoughts
all of it blended into a full figured warrior
one of those rapists and baby killers
from historical annals, now dressed in Armani
armed with cell phones and blonde playmates
his steps leave vicious traces, deep and visible
Are his warrior arms the place to rest, to regain strength?
His lips, dragnets always finding what they seek
are they cushions for love, or a greedy Croc's mouth?
Those teeth are much too white and even for comfort
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-09-23 11:16:59
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