Poetry

Borat

Elegant gypsy shed me your tears,

 Let them fall into my bottle,

So I can sleep safe tonight.

I am the king of my castle,

Hidden away from roachy evils,

Safe with your gypsy tears.

Dollar distractions are only temporary,

They waste away when taken.

No, not your gypsy tears,

They are forever sacred.

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