This poem made me laugh my ass off as a thirteen year-old boy.
HEADSMAN'S FURY
by Anonymous
The love-swooned dust capered amidst the fields at late evening's early dawn
Immersed by the withering ecstacy his master weilds
To the usurper's justly fawn
Oh so bright
Oh so dark
The screams ring quietly through a tortured land of jade
As the odious harbinger moors so tightly
To the larcinous frailties
They swartly made
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