Judging people is a mess
Oh! your honor can you dismiss this?
Who they think they are?
A perfect type of device
Who tell you all lies
With nothing to take pride
Small minds always complain
An idiot who doesnt want to take the blame
How i despised this thing
concomitant of living
A chronic pain to bear with
Criticism Criticism Criticism
One should used to it
To play possum is better
Anger should not deter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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