Ego

I wrote a little poem,
and got some praise,
so I wrote a few more,
about death and graves;

I wrote about love,
and war and daze;
The insanity within me,
on paper I razed;

And as I grew older,
so did my ego,
with the love and the praises;
“Well, it was kinda hard to ignore.”

So anyway,

I wrote a little poem,
and got a few praises,
now I think I’m a poet,
but its just really, my Crazies’!

Yeah…

That didn’t really rhyme,
but you get the hint;
I’m out o’ my mind,
and I need a Pint!

That didn’t rhyme either.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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