The Fine Lad of Speaking Clan

The fine lad of speaking clan
is not much of a man
whom I think is of virtue
and so heavenly true.

But he is way more delicious and sweeter than
a plate of sweet custard flan
made by the Prince of Bhutan.

No, no. The fine lad of speaking clan
should entirely be banned
from my innocent ice-cream land
and be banished from optical scan.

But I'm still thinking if I would be able to carry out
the intended do right away without doubt.

Because the fine lad of speaking clan
is so much fun.

Dejection

Die! Die! Die!
I shall just die
I just can't bear
you just don't care.

Cry! Cry! Cry!
I bloody want to cry
It's just too bad
I feel so sad.

But I can't die just yet
I have promises I kept
I must climb high
I must burn all the sigh.

How much I wish we had never met.