Walk on the knife's edge,
Tempt your fate,
But to be sure, with rage,
Win is'n your pocket.
Don't listen they're talking and foul,
That's their nature-randing,
Lies- in eyes, envy - in soul,
Hey, don't restrict spendings!
***
Grin them all,
Rise high to the top, goal,
Peer at struck dumb faces,
Just BOOM! them all!
***
Go to chief aim,
Step over and through,
Counter the time, and rime,
Reserve your bright track for you.
Don't think about their opinion,
They'll talk any reason and doom,
So just take some gunpowder,
And make so big BOOM!
***
Grin them all,
Rise high to the top, goal,
Peer at struck dumb faces,
Just BOOM! them all!
***
Smile, because I'm here,
Tell me your opinion,
Relate, you're better near,
Show, what you get on!
BUT!
If you don't like me,
Then you should see,
Shoot yourself rather,
I won't change ! Gather!
BOOM!
© Copyright: Элина Унгарова, 2011
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