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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