Opa! I’m Orestes Xistos and I welcome y’all philos and philis to my section. Best taken with pisstaking prevention pills.
There once was a schoolyard
where one kid with glasses and a beret
and a face made of wax
ruled with an iron fist.
The other kids would fear him
as this kid, nicknamed Waxy, was insane
he had no feral feline blood like Chuck, the class clown
but if you looked at him wrong, you were owned.
Proffesors, guardians and stewards
All feared his might, as he always carried a sword
Made from all the toy cars his lackeys stole
To the wimpier kids in the playground.
The other bullies in the playground
Years older than Waxy and with far more experience
Were the ones who gave him all the counselling to be like this
Like the doctor with the golem, their beast was out of control
“Waxy oh Waxy, please let me be!”
Praised a little blond boy, while Waxy just stole his Ribena box
The other bullies wouldn’t say anything
As Waxy would share all those things he stole
But came one day when the wimps reunited forces
And started a small revolt towards their bugbear called Waxy
Waxy threw his beret to the ground and his lunchbox kicked
The face of Mariah Carey through skies flew.
As Waxy and his loyal cohorts fought
The other ground bullies, who trained him and gave him a sword
looked at each other, with puzzled looks
should they intervene and stop the fight?
Or should they wait for them to be dead and their Ribenas collect?