Five Million some thing
Five million in running-all my kin The race getting tougher, don’t know who’ll win A race-commenced from some blessed fun The winner gets it all, loser none; A travesty it would, if I don’t win The handsome of those born out of a forbidden sin And so I race against some five million soul All caged in some elongated bowl When the going gets tough, the tough gets going So a race against time, destination not knowing In a holy quest to capture and enslave a she demon I’m the brave and valiant male semen!!!