You are not the ones for love to know, You are not the ones for life to please, All you hunt is dirty euro dough, It's, in fact, a terrible disease. Your infected ego is inflated, It will burst and poison all your veins. Even when the beast is saturated, It is still your helplessness that reigns. Every step you take will be declared As the most expected epic fall. I'm the only poet who has dared To announce the truth, to say it all.
This is one of your most armature works, not to say your previous pieces were anything to marvel at. You dirty opinion whore. Love n light
