How I Ake for Keith and Jim It really keeps me in Flying far away from their homes My "computer aided " drones Like Quixote and Sancho Panza Tilting at windmills in evey stanza I suppose it could be worse They could wrtie it all in verse Lurking high up in ether Scoring points in evey blether Targetting only minor points Guided by no one who annoints Homing in on the target "bull" like a homing pidgeon they drool Then a terrible noise does rend As on the target they descend With hot air the cat they blooter From the comfort of their computer. They brave no face to face duel The 'lectric is their fuel. In this era of remote Their targets destroyed with a quote or a bum statistic to win the vote Her i have end this song i wrote I could drone on to the moon But cant think of a tune So here Ill have to end it Or guided epistle , will they send it TTFN BvR
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