Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Badass

Oh yes! You are right
It is easy to pen a poem
Because you can do it;
Just that, mine are better.

My lines don't care to rhyme
And neither do they have time
I'm too small to light up minds
I'm just better at things where you are tight.

I'm bad for what the world high-fives
But I still have something : light in the night
And I have a wand; the lucky strike
I'm a little screwed out, Vedic relic type.

Oh yes! Poems are easy
For talented ones like me.
Take home message for your dick:
With great talent, come red hot chicks!

So the next time this thought occurs in your mind that writing a poem is easy, count your chicks. And yes, at times I'm impolite, merciless, shameless and bad. But I'm at my best when I'm a badass.

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