A Game Called Mess Poem by Madrason .

I AM A BULLY FOR SUCCESS
I'LL MAKE A BULLY MESS
SO DON'T YOU MESS WITH ME
I'll GIVE YOU WW-THREE
I ALWAYS HAD A LUCKY STRIKE
AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE
WHAT YOU SEE, JUST TAKE A HIKE
I ALWAYS WIN THE GAME
FOR I AM WITHOUT SHAME
MONOPOLY, YAHTZEE
I ALWAYS HAVE CART BLANCHE
THAT IS MY REMEDY
JUST HURT THEM THRICE
AND GIVE THEM ONE APOLOGY
YOU SEE AGAIN I WIN TWO
AND WHO'S TO SAY NOT MORE
FOR WHAT I'VE GOT FOR YOU
IS SO MUCH PAIN IN STORE
THAT YOU'LL BE BEGGING FOR
THE KING'S OWN TRUE MERCY;
I AM A BULLY FOR SUCCESS
I'LL MAKE A BULLY MESS
SO DON'T YOU MESS WITH ME
I'll GIVE YOU WW-THREE
I ALWAYS HAD A LUCKY STRIKE
AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE
WHAT YOU SEE, JUST TAKE A HIKE
MY NAME IS TRUMPTIEDUMPTIE
I CANNOT BE IGNORED
BUT ONLY BE IMPLORED
BUT I BET YOU WONT FORGET! ! ! .m