In life one meets crafty gals n guys
Are nothing more then a heap of lie
Ridiculous cheats, of every line
guessed the tale? hanging thereby
Shamelessly Steal, then bray on (others) talents
Oh Lord! help such
shadowy spys
Their empty boasting,
and cheap self praise
Shallowness making a hue and cry
Its God’s gift that money can't buy
But they would still give another try
Get over it, you Devil incarnate
Or mimicry thy talent, rootless Sly.
(Samima)
