not a single poem among these? bullshit, I shall now tell the tale of messiah hobo and his rise to w/e is his position now
Hobo could not even ideate the mellow
in the sound scored by the cello
although it mattered not.
His ears victimized by the burrow
that made his eyes narrow
on the stringed wood that his eardrums fought.
But that was not his purpose
he then had shifted his focus
to the man sitting to his front.
He then acknowledged the corpus
of young Hampa and his domus
who said with his expression so blunt:
"Young Hobo of the urban place
I wanted to speak to your face
letters and errands will do no justice.
With the community losing it's grace
and the conflicts between the clan states
the current situation for me will not suffice.
I shall proceed to give you the duty
to clean up the doodie
and revive our nation!"
Hobo shaked his mind so moody
he had finally found purpose and beauty
to his unappealing incarnation.
(He then spoke up)
"I find marvellous honor
in your marvelous offer
but would you specify what I must do?"
He knew it wasn't just an order
specially for a nation in such disorder
you can't just piece it together with glue.
Hampa looked back in confidence to his servant
looking back at him, was Internet the Observant
who knew too that Hobo wasn't just another goner.
Looking back at Hobo, whose eyes were fervent
for this offer, where he knew he shouldn't be hesitent
for it would finish his life of being a loner.
Hampa tightened the grip on his cup
(trying to hide his happiness like of a pup)
and smiled slightly before launching his blessing.
"Go fuck some shit up."
and he did, the end ggwpnr