To Another

I know a friend called Ben Kaffar
In some years time he'd be driving his Car
To many a festival where he'll play guitar

He'll play his sing-song tunes
To riff-raff beats
And sing his blue-bird lyrics
Many a stage he shall see
A famous man he will be

But oh, Dear Ben, it's been so long
Have you learned right from wrong?
Do people plague you with social etiquette
and cause you to worry and fret?

Don't be down, old bean
For in time, pain won't be seen!
Rejoice and dance with yourself
Put those doubts on the shelf

And set it aflame, ablaze, asunder

Let confidence roar like thunder!

That is it, I am spent
Perhaps in time I shall have some coin
With which to spend on more than rent

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There is a man, Matthias the Kentzia

The man, the legend, the 'bestja'.

A man made to dare

Chest brazen with many a hair

Of Germanic descent and Maltese blood

Miles above those who live in the mud

Lover of Discipline and Imperium belief

With many a person he holds a beef

Some of these people he knows their face

The rest, one day, their IP he'll trace

They'll rue the day they fragged his ass

They'll wish they had a more respectable class

Thundering down with the raffica, akimbo

He'll leave you in martyrdom's limbo!