Professional Liar Poem by Blue Jones Edward Anthony Engbino

I hate the way were different
As i deny the way were ment
I ignore as if i didn't care
As i mock things and dare

Think how to secluded thee
A precise contrast of me
I regret the day we met
As time ment to set

Irritate to see you
As the spicies apple dew
You got no worth
When i realized down north

Just the way i hate you
But its up to you to knew
If i tell you just for a bluff
The way i cry when i laugh