Darzin and Drazin finally met up and Darzin still had plenty of marks from a pup. I guess one caught the lovey dovey creep and bit him good and deep. But that didn't change his mind and he was still lovey dovey feeling up his own behind. So we actually helped the so called Godly one and sent him after Darzin as they both let their mouthes run. That was quite the ordeal, their identical voices were kind of unreal.
"Drazin is going to make you pay for copying a god."
"In order to be a true god, you need to embrace nature, embrace the love, feel the vibrations."
"Forget saying your name fifty times and kill this thing already."
Miss Priss had quite enough of his hippy dippy stuff,
She was really in a huff.
He even bent down and tried to brush her,
But you know with her OCD not to touch her fur.
She scratched his hand,
And a bit of blood dripped down on the land.
"The giver of life. We should all bleed once in a while to know we are alive. That is the balance of nature. Let's all have one big group hug and sing it out."
Drazin was staring in disbelief,
Like as to say "Good Grief"
But he knew that would sound dumb,
So decided to forgo such a hum.
Finally he picked up a log,
And said things too dirty for this blog.
"Why must you let hate guide you? Come into the light and bask in its energizing glow."
"Drazin has had enough of this. Drazin is going to end this Drazin clone and prove there is only one Drazin. The Great God Duke Drazin!"
"If only he acted as fast as he said his name, this guy would be dead already."
Drazin was going over the fact,
That Darzin pranced in a women's bathing suit and did his lovey dovey act.
It was clear someone was making fun of him,
And he was going to rip that mask off this guy who was so dim.
Drazin went to whack the loon,
But Darzin hopped about like a baboon.
I swear the guy had fleas,
Maybe I sent some to his knees.
"You can't beat the power of love because when push comes to shove...."
He was quoting songs and rhyming in front of me. I could not let that be. So I stood behind him as he pranced, too lovey dovey entranced, and he tripped over me. Drazin stood over him so he could not flee. And what Darzin said next I can't really tell for that is where things went further down to Hell.
"Really? You fleabags had to go and get them going didn't you? Drazin doesn't have time for this nonsense. When you find that shampoo obsessed nutcase, tell her to keep her mates out of Drazin's hair."
I think in one of those Darzin flipped us off,
As Drazin tied him to a tree and he continued to scoff.
But why didn't he say a word?
Well because he truly was absurd.
Darzin was a stinkin mime!
And without his Darzin mask on he could not chime.
For that would be a crime.
So I guess mimes as lovey dovey hippy dippy clone freaks can talk and think they are sublime.
But you take off the mask,
And they go back to task.
Pretending once more,
They can't talk at any shore.
Well after Drazin tore up the mask,
I had one final task.
Miss Priss even joined in,
And we both committed what some might consider a sin.
For we went on either side of the mime,
And at the same time,
Felt such bliss,
Doing what you get when you take the R out of Priss.
Then we left the poor hippy dippy clone thing all alone and he couldn't even make a ding. I told you mimes were crazy. This guy must have been high off his fake daisy. Or got squirted with fake water in the face and decided to copy Drazin and prance all over the place. I hope this is the last time this fool comes to pass and Blabber, keep your damn mimes away from my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.