It's 2nd of may
Thought of the day
I'd rather decay
Than wonder
I'm not what you say
Do your survey?

Not for today
What a blunder
It's like a Pompey
What a display
Going astray
And under
I can be your sensei
Crawling on preys
Blowing them trays
With thunder
Hahaha

That was the main point here
We were going round and round the circles
But finally, we found that sweet spot, that reality
It's second of may
You here to stay
I'm going away
From London
Come on partake
Enough with the break
Lo key but intense
It's Sparta!