Honestly can’t tell if you are role-playing a testosterone addled Civire or are genuinely incensed at my RP politics. Well done. So here is a lite-hearted corruption of a ditty as is my custom when somewhat rattled by whatever.
Continuing the discussion from Idakul chant of the chided:
Children behave,
That’s what they say when we’re together,
And watch what you say,
They don’t understand,
And so we’re, switching thread as fast as we can,
Staying one another’s hand,
Tryin’ to get our way, saying we’re right,
And then you put your hands around my neck,
And I tumble to the ground,
And then you say,
I’ve got you alone now,
There doesn’t seem to be anyone around.
I’ve got you alone now,
The beating of your heart is the only sound.
Look at the way,
you’ve gotta hide what your doin’.
'Cause what would they say,
If they ever knew and so we’re,
Staying one another’s hand,
Tryin’ to get our way, saying we’re right,
And then you press your thumbs into my throat,
And I struggle to make a sound,
And then you say,
You bloody idiot you’re dead to me.