Lil Jan
Lil Jan was young
Lil Jan had his whole life staring
But Lil Jan had had enough,
Black eyes and bruises always marring
His otherwise fine face,
couldn't even afford smiling
Lil Jan's assailants,
Some egocentric schadenfreudes
With the point of bleak of sadists
Couldn't dare see this purist
soar to his greatest heights
so they fed him misery
Lil Jan was...
Monday 20th February 2017 12:40 pm
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