Raging wookies ahead
© Andre M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved
Character aka avatar: Aristo Bum
I sensed the bait;
Though for our scouts it was too late!
And our widows know:
The empire is running the show.
Led by the wise and bold,
Fate is like a Hutt, eager to get us sold.
So, when the imperator drops dead.
Sith struggle for the throne to be had.
Sometimes the Force seems pretty mad,
I could shave wookies instead!
And through each rebel ambush;
That polito-military royal flush.
Whether I'm killed, or survive;
I chose an imperial way of life!
Wherever they did send me;
Makes no sense to repent me.
Bloodloss makes cold and weak;
Guarding convoys is not for the meek.
I am still fighting on;
For galactic order may be won!
The Jedi posture enlightened pacifist;
But provoke wars and dead, who are still missed.
I know it does not seem this way;
But galactic security is imperial I say.
And, if deception lured us to the dark side:
I still fought for our people, not for false pride!
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