Words :
A poem about words, that’s for the birds.
Words for steems; not what it seems.
My words are mine; might sound mean.
Why you believe, I’d trade 'em for steems?
Words are weapons of the mind.
May even lead to the death of mankind.
Choose words wisely they say.
Or you may have to pay.
I trade my words here for your steem.
To prove I'm not so mean.
You can't deny; I qualify.
So, up vote , re-steem or is it a lie?
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