You are, self-called ''poet'', so funny and a dummy,
you write childish poems and you have a tummy ...
I like your soul and heart, but please just slim down,
I was watching her, how she was dressed in a gown ...
''When you will write an art which is more abstract?''
''Maybe, when I will sign a contract with the Devil - pact?''
All those people by H.I.M., were punished and destroyed,
in not so much long time all his fame they had enjoyed ...
My Dear, I know you want the wealth, I want just a modesty,
living a peaceful life with you in so eternal - immortal honesty ...
Only the God has the rights to rule to the whole things,
she always laugh in my face and her phone silently ‘’rings’’ ...
