Twisted fate: the mysterious man (a deimus144 poem)

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Deimus144

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04-19-2012

'British ascent'
Hello friends this is deimus144. So after I saw the positive reviews of my other poem, chogathy, I decided to do some more. This one is a remake of t.s elliot's poem macavity, the mysterious cat.

Twisted fate: the mysterious man
Twisted fate's a mysterious man; he is called the hidden card.

For he is the bafflment of the scotland yard, the flying squads despair.

For when they reach the scene of crime, Twisted fate's not there!

Twisted fate, Twisted fate, there is no one like twisted fate.
He has broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.

His powers of telepotation would make a magician stare.
And when they reach the scene of crime, Twisted fate's not there!
You may look in the basement, you may look up in the air,
But I tell you once and once again, Twisted fate's not there!

He is outwardly respectable.(they say he cheats at cards)
And his thumb prints are not found in any file of the scotland yards.

And when the loss is disclosed the league says:
"It must have been Twisted fate!" But he's a mile away.
You will be sure to find him resting or a licking on his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.
He always has an alibi and one or two to spare.
But when a crimes discovered: TWISTED WASNT THERE!

And they say the men who's wicked Deeds are widely known,
Are nothing more than agents of the man
Who all the time
Just controls their operations
THE NAPOLEON OF TIME!


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Deimus144

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04-19-2012

Napoleon of crime not time sorry. My phone is to blame