Life's a game'
None to tame,
None to blame
No rules, no schools
To substantiate thy claims
Tried I hard, but in vain
To remove the stinking stain
Lest it make me blunt and plain
Forever I fall
Thinking never to rise
Guess, it's nature's call
Even ice melts at sunrise.
Tis true, I do have vices
But not possessed by malaise
Maybe I ain't so geeky,stud
Just a faintly unfurling bud
Colours might be fade
Neverthless,none yet so dead.
Who cares?
I 'm God's best bet
Though maybe I
The perfectly imperfect made!
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