He Was A Nice Guy, Poem by maxpoet beauty

He was a nice guy.
He was a nice guy,
All the way,
Then he realised that most of us were wilding,
The Understading of people were all Ruins,
Making that is all waking,
This life unfair,
Throw I in the water and contracts,
Refuse to pay me back,
Take me to the ground,
Saying that this man is not man enough,
It was a set up,
Maybe a conspiracy,
They said all bad that can be said,
I still can ever never believe,
That I and I be wilding into the ways of the man,
Man to man,
This is only I,
Telling you half of my story.