Thursdays turmoils, Twelve's terror torture tired trite-sters.

Headache
The hammer pounds, and repeats.
a steady drum with its thunderous beats.
Though my head's no anvil or drum,
It's like a sailors head after too much rum.

Hardogei
Pave a way for Hardogei,
Don't make him go " Sei sei sei!".
The follow up's a must,
His infamous pelvic thrust.
He means no harm, clad in black,
For his "gay-ety", is no lack.
There're times when he's not careful,
He just shrugs it off with a " Hooo!".
I'll trade my pants any day,
For gay shorts, Like Hardogei!


As i lay in bed each night,
My mind cannot shake off this sight
Of a certain brown skinned beauty,
Living a life people pity.

This is not a rosy future,
that i'll give her for sure.
So if i cannot hold my lust,
To start abhoring her's a must.