I once traveled back in time, To places of song and rhyme, And took my place, Through Chronospace, In the annals of history To times of lore, The days of yore, I went to Rome, But won’t come home, Because Romans are stupid as hell, I land in the mud, Stained crimson by blood, Surrounded by legions weak and weary, Centurions I’ve made incredibly leery, And with really pointy spears, All I can muster is a weak hello, And in unison they reply halt and who there goes, But before I could say, A Catholic lay, Says. Damn he is bloody Lucifer Carpe Diem? A weak reply No, in unison, Carpe Jugular, And before another word is spoken Before I can offer them all a gratuitous token, A battle cry pierces the air, Sure to end in my despair, And very possible dismemberment, Carpe Diem? Never, Carpe Jugular, A sense of defeat, Of hurried feet, A drusus through the spine, It was my time, To pass on the torch of mortality, Carpe Diem? Nope, my Jugular was Carped I shouldn’t have even tried this I must say in the end, It’s something you can’t comprehend, For though I got to witness Ceasars fall, Along with the moose and the lions head on the wall, Im stuck in a 500-year-old building with no body and I’m a talking head, Carpe Diem? No, Carpe Jugular, Enough said
Reason for writing:
A stupid poem but I like it. What are you gonna do
Birth sign: Virgo
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