Different
I don’t depend on people’s whim,
Not all my verses will come true,
But I think that I’ve passed prelim…
Sometimes I’m funny, sometimes not
And on occasion can be rude.
It is some kind of common sport,
But while alone I always brood.
I think about our life
And all my thoughts I try to rhyme;
My heart is broken-up by knife
Of words, which are considered crime.
But I don't want to give my way,
I'll try to finish all my roams.
I'm scenarist of my own play,
I'm Different, I'm like a tome...
And if you want to see its sense,
Don’t use your eyesight, cause it lets…
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