I read a lot,
to give food
to my thought.
I tamed wild cat,
with my love,
and care I had.
But, I don't know,
to straighten
a dog's tail oh!
Nor I can cover,
an open mouth of a
dirty gutter.
My Sunprincess,
let him do which he
only can do more or less! !
He is precious not cheap,
in this decent world of poets,
the poisonous seed, only he can reap.
So, he is precious,
having his one man army-
Dirty, Demonic, Ferocious.
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