Socrates, Wilde, Rasputin and Punch
Fun at a party, but avoid them at lunch
Socrates sir, can’t handle the drink
And Wilde flashes an uncomfortable wink
Rasputin never shuts up the mouth
And Punch’s jokes always head south
And on this common definition rest
man is the likeness, image; not jest
of the Alpha Omega Progenitor Rex
Name’s Yahweh, remember it Tex
I only create ’em and NO! No returns
Such is the plight of he who attorns.
Max Stadnyk
