The Vorte
Who are the Vorte I hear you ask?
They are creatures that fail in any task
Ask them to speak they will not reply
Ask them to listen
They would rather die
The vorte are useless and totally lazy
Their memories are poor, deliberately hazy
They sit on their backsides all night and all day
They talk total rubbish whatever they say
The Vorte have ideas and have their own dreams
But nothing gets done at least that’s how it seems
They gather in conference and chat all night long
But whatever they plan it always go wrong
Discussions the answer but never to act
The Vorte have agreement that’s written in pact
‘We never do anything,
We just have suggestion
To move far too fast
Will cause indigestion’
But the Vorte seemed asleep,
And a pointless creation
Just having ideas
That cause deep frustration
The world of the Vorte would eventually end
As they charged round in circles
And went round the bend
Unable to reason or learn from the past
They talked far too much
But they’d soon speak their last
Their greatest mistake was their own greed
To strip away resources
And to fulfil every need
When nothing was left the Vorte simply died
And their homes became tombs
Where they rotted inside…
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