I’ll get to this, can you give me more piece?
the square, bloody night magically clear the haze,
working hard on other types of rhyme,
flying bullets drive my daze.
Cry under tank, for rules I lose face,
This form of verse is hard to write with grace
in bustling street, angry sun rises
My thanks to you to play with me today peace
Buildings of freedom land
Never cry again under the tank
where justice in pollute
The souls we never forget
But oh, I cannot rhyme your strange entry
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me
My passion today you see is cranking glee
So here I have a canned default for thee.