(Kind of…)
DO THEY CARE?
Do my friends care?
Or just pay me fare,
To put on the gear…
Do my relatives care?
Or suppose me as a candle in the air,
Which is worth heart tear…
Do my parents care?
Or consider me as a share,
Because they are to bear…
Do my teachers care?
Or name me a dumb chair,
As none notice that I am there…
Sorry, but for these I feel bare,
As Dons’ clothes I wear,
Strive for peoples’ welfare,
To slap anyone I dare,
Protesting against A.P.Js’ hair…
Also, I know that I am fair,
With my own glare...
DRUNKARD!!! ???
I just have fun,
But, with a gun...
I may eat a bun,
But that doesn’t mean I am a nun...
I submit my exam paper thinking that its’ all done,
But I wont’ be surprised to see a single digit one...
My teacher considered me a cheater,
I’ll prove her exactly right later...
I liked Twitter,
But more than Flixter??
I am a master,
Sorry if you don’t feel better...
One day I was worried about my fate,
But I know it’s better than that of Kate...
The other day, I was scolded for being late,
Then, for my teacher, I started preparing a bait...
When I asked my classmate for the date,
He said he wasn’t the one near the gate...
To Kaminey my rate,
Is extraordinary and is eight...
For my gang,
To the core I sang,
“Show me the meaning...” with a good slang,
“Nobody’s listening…” I heard with a clang,
And it seems to the ambulance they rang...
But, surprisingly, the police came in with a bang,
Ready to hang...
With sincerity I shook,
Looking at my death hook...
For my last wish I asked them to look,
For a cook who wrote a book...
Not being able to find one,
They convinced me that I won...
They set me free with fear,
Giving freedom to sing all 365days a year...
And now, can I start??
