Within a city’s cold demands, 

a foreman creaked his stale commands.

He bored up peril, captured, vain, 

And roared a sterile, raptured, pain.

He breached in there, too bold and brigh,

He reached in where he went awry.

The days, they sicked a greener puke

His rays, stay icked a meaner fluke

His heart, it pumped a sinners brood,

His carte, it lunged, an inner feud.

He bored up peril, captured, vain,

And roared a sterile raptured, pain.

The days, they passed, a bolder stew,

He preyed, his sass, it older, grew

But care, him, not, his life did hold,

For fare his rot, his strife was bold.

He spoke up gloomy crimes ahead,

And woke to roomy times that bled.

He bored up peril, captured, vain,

And roard a sterile raptured, pain.

He’s wood at work in hopes he’d wake.

He stood, a jerk with hopes at stake.

His good sides shirk his scopes of rape

Where love rides twerk in hopes of drape.

And years, they’d pass, and then they’d go,

For love would never stop in tow.

He bored up peril, captured, vain,

And roared a sterile raptured, pain.

His life, it swam throughout the years,

His strife, a cram of pout and tears,

A lowly ram of grout and fears

A rein of spam of stout and leers.

He sat inside his home alone

A prat, a git, a homeless crone.

He bored up peril, captured, vain,

And roared a sterile raptured, pain.