The end is near
I'm just kidding there is no end
So you have nothing to fear
If you believe you'll die, touché
I would argue you're stupid
Excuse my confrontation
Let me be nice, i would argue your perspective is rigid
There, I think thats solid
However my own mind is fluid
I would argue yours is solid
Be fun, the thing is you were lied to
Not even kidding but me too
And thats good, it resets our mood
Now we can properly be rude
I would argue that to be good
Not to bore the boomers
Its for the next generation to be early bloomers
The old.., how are you
How are your tumours
Now back to the early bloomers
These will be the real earth movers
Fearless and free
I would argue that makes a great story
This is just me, perhaps it will be called his-story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem