Poetry

Read My Eyes

Do You Think You can Run Away
After all the Craps that You Throw at Me?
Do You Think You can Shun Away
After all the Traps that You Flow at Me?
You Seem to Have Taken Me
For Someone Else;
For a Pale Pushover,
For a Punching Bag,
For Who would Confront
Past a Lifelong Lag.

You may Wish Sneaking my Radar,
As painfully You Bully.
Your Account Is Updated,
My Friend, Timely and Duly.
Well, You Seem to Be
Cunning, but Wise.
Do I Say More?
Read My Eyes.


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