Glad Vlad


A lad hone bad
A gypsy conquest
A professional fraud
A party-crasher guest
The minute he called
Himself a man
inhabiting bald
Myth on demand
He woke the gods
Of the Vikings and Greeks
And tossed their nods
In the harems of the shiekhs
He traveled the Hindus,
The Orientals, the Blacks,
Fled their paths through the windows
And left religions intact
He stole maps of treasures
Followed old wive's tales
Bartered sins for pleasures
And set foreign sails
On his deathbed he laughed
At the stories maties told
Tooting his own horn draught after draught
Until he could no longer catch hold

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