Ak Ak

And then there was Ak Ak who Burrowed in so deep,
down to where reality could very rarely seep.
Deep down where the madman; the mattress beater wild
had all of his bullshit, ever so neatly filed.
But through it all a gentleman; one who stood with pride.
Offered up his ‘wisdom’; “I’ll be your conscience guide.”
His mentor Burrowed too deep and a void was all he found,
still Ak Ak fights the good fight and always stands his ground.
So though we had our differences, I love old Ak Ak still,
and since we have both mellowed, I guess I always will.

(if you weren’t there, this one mightn’t make much sense)

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