The Cons

The Cons

A Poem by Capaneus
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this is a word play from the morpheme list, kindofa rock song

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    There’s a seated troll signing verse upon the soul

    There cons, there cons

    The Tribute strains bine to a sewer current sign

    There cons, there cons

    The script seed struct at the fusion tractor duct

    The jest artist sent fuse cord out her vent

    The Sequence version goes strewing dem dows

    The cons,

    that’s all they are

    their just cons


    (Dun

    Dun da

    Dun

    Da

    Dun da dun da dun

    da)


    There’s a fine firm test forming man’s dumb quest

    The cons

    The cons

    The sensual descends where the cave door tends

    The cons

    The cons

    The tent sitters tour found temporary cure

    When census figures sort dense sessions of the tort

    While vince verge cur’s at joining junction fur

    The cons

    That's all they are

    Their just cons

    (Dun

    Dun da

    Dun

    Da

    Dun da dun da dun

    da)

    (Doon

    Doon da

    Doon

    Da

    Doon da doon da

    da)

    (Doon

    Doon da

    Doon

    Da

    Doon da doon da

    Doon da)

 

    Oh my

    Oh MYYYYYYY

    Economy

© 2016 Capaneus


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Added on September 6, 2016
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