The Drunken Master

by The Human Being

Here is a poem about our Supercop Lei Wulong. He speaks about his habit of drinking beer. Please read and review.

Author's note: Here is a poem about our Supercop Lei Wulong. He speaks about his habit of drinking beer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken. It belongs to Namco.

THE DRUNKEN MASTER

I walked down the street all deserted.

Pacing the cobblestones with all pressure exerted.

I was stanced on my back half high half low.

With the effect swooning and making me bow.

I just did not realize what I was doing now.

I cannot even see for I have been besotted like a sow.

I just had neither a drop nor a teaspoon.

But had about three bottles enough to make an elephant swoon.

Now I talk the talk and walk the walk.

I cannot even see pain even if people run on me amok.

By all now in this stage of spin.

If I enter a fight, it is likely my breath that will make me win.

An odor so appalling that decaying corpses will have to stay behind.

And even people will be cruel to me whose heart is really kind.

I wish I could get rid of this atrocious habit.

I am hated, But alas I cannot live without it and run like a rabbit.

I wish for only one thing now to get me in full throttle.

It is nothing but a one more bigger bottle.

Author's notes: This is all I could give in for now. Please read and review.