Nothing Poem by Ahmed Ezzat
Nothing
A hypocrite muttering the endless 'sires'
For real...I know... 'Nothing 'can be more dire
And if it weren't for family
Indeed.. I wouldn't wanna be hired
Now.. I know you'll call me a liar
But to your surprise you are as arrantly as tired
Because tend to catch all does the endless fire
Ought not to feel tired.. are we towards the nastiest of mires! ?
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