Despise me, if I do not,
Unveil to you the flood
That swept several legs and kept some floating
Being not deficient
Blind or lame of sense
The flaws of your brothers should be your trigger
You are of priority because
You are of welcoming eyes
Innocent look but charming smile
Then your bolt is loosen
In your believe, no one can check you
Alas! Your downfall resides in your desire.
Preferment goes by letter and affection
You indulge in vices
to dodge your weaknesses
Shuke! You will take responsibility
Of your dear stupidity
They are all decievers
If you can decipher.
We can not all be the masters,
Nor all masters
Listen to their plight
If they do find the world foul in their report
You should know yourself
And uprightly claim your soul
No one could find your way to stay
They can only mend your way.
I had rather find this tongue cut,
Or rather make it shut
Than it should do offense to my brothers.
Yet, I persuade myself to speak the truth
YOU ARE THE DRIVER OF YOUR FORTUNE
I know my price,
I am worth no worse a place.
@horlly