I’d rather take one bullet in my head
Instead of hearing my disappointment,
If I’ve heard from thee I’d rather be dead;
Those immoral things ne’er fill thy content!

I have heard many things you always say;
Thy legacy falls directly to me:
I am this one not without thy walk way,
I am noone henceforth don’t you e’er see?

O, holy rage o’ mine will burns all good,
And thy path I can nolonger be on
Own chances for me to fall in mad mood;
Yes, I am mad, my soul lose; thy spirit won!

Once a core’s shaken and mind’s unstable,
From now on It’ll think for what suitable.

Oh, hey! My most missed; most sweet bully rook!
How have you been?  Did you’ve found your fortune?
Well please come to my place where I can cook
Your most beloved dish and we will speak soon!

After a long year of departure’s gone,
No letter  from you to me with your style:
That handwriting; the skills loose noone,
It sure your words warms my heart a pile!

What is wrong, pal? You did found your fortune?
Hold; you’ve found it but it’s not what you seek?
At least you’ve found yours- here: I’ll sing you tunes
To celebreat your brevery at this peak!

Disappointment happens every now and then,
But after this; we’ll go the boozing ken!

AND THERE are many people,
Makes me scare a little,
It brings me to an relisation:
That I am not worthy to you people!

How am I claim to be the GREAT POET?
Oh wait, did I? Please allow me to check;
Uh, eh, here, there, oh well nothing I’ve met,
Good, good! If I did I’m sure I’d be wreck!

How am I not recognise who I am?
Too much time on the internet was it?
The dreamy state is sure thick like a dam;
Hold all reality; nowhere just one bit!

All of that came from a pen pal of mine;
The poems we wrote are so fun to write,
It’s seems like he likes my words to my spine,
A little creepy but for me not quite,

My bad for all those complains I have made,
Question mark myself for concious went red.

When will any government will create
The perfect place which people would prefer?
Good place to live for good life; that’s relate,
But there’s seem to be none gives this offer?

As far as I know people find places,
To colonise and live with most comfort,
It takes time to civilised like ages,
With people power to make the support,

What are we laging to make that dreamt place?
It seems clear that it’s just me or you,
But together! Harmonious people’ll race
To the gate of paradise we go to!

That’s from what my ears hear and my eyes see,
Remember: these are oppions from me.

After a day or two in this fine place,
And after three or four things I did wrote,
I now have an idea to spice this race:
By making memes so people could take note,

What a brilliant plan that came out from me?
Poem memes with some rhymes for aesthetic,
With pictures of flower paintings for thee
To use to describe thoughts so exotic,

Some spice, some sweet, some smart, and some humour,
Probably more fun using them that way,
At least it might bring me a visitor,
And more, and more will come, Oh yes they may!

If succeed it’ll bring be fame — I want?
Wait what rhymes is this I wrote and I chant?