If that old cherry tree weren't chopped down It's rotted enough to fall now Most times finding wild truth Is too late, too many duped
Wait for swans, thick rubber neck To launch from geisha pirouette Land pose as samurai flexing Cuisses, assets, menacing
The merchants last exchange and fleece Fill cabinets before they flee Or better results - Spain, Portugal Damaged, decline, but tribe expulsed
Warning without evangelion Macready couldn't understand their tongue Beware that web never spreads abated And there's no going back to the garden naked
There doesn't seem to be anything here yet