Why nunn?
What the hell have i done?
For you to accuse me,
Of stealing this poetry,
This work is mine,
I write it and shine,
This poem is my proof,
That you are a lying goof,
And i write my poems from my heart,
I write my poems and you start,
To sit there and say they are not my own,
All because they are better than the one's you have shown,
You have such a big ego,
And now i have to show,
These works are from me,
This is my poetry. |