My verbal vehicle carries me like stretcher
One day ill be Achilles but for now i am Hector
The champion prince soldier-general of Troy
Holding the great walls, never fall, wateva ploy
Once was a boy, but grew up, as i baby i threw up
On the shoulder of my problems before they blew up
Like the story i have a brother, but his name isnt Paris
Hes just as much a nuissance, one day it could be tragic
But hopefully never like the film, with Brad Pitt
Going to war for some whore cos shes got mad tits
My lifes like Forrest Gump without all the sad bits
a box of chocolates, choose one and have it.
No real reason to moan, no emotional baggage.

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