She Is Like the Storm

by Carlos Clement

FANBOYS (she is, is she) like the storm
The storm is like an angry cat
But she is like the storm
Therefore she is an angry cat
Of no hair is she born

on dark alleys there i met
A wise visayan man
Filled with regret, his body wet
And very very well tanned

He spoke to me in parables
His words were quite profound
Yet i have failed to understand
It's meaning could not be found

For visayan men do speak
in ways foreign to my eyes
and they shall dream of better days,
days shall i despise

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