I stared into the sky,
Swarm with flocking bird,
passed me by gracefully,
Cynically, I smiled.
My eyes were sore,
I asked for water,
The pond were dried,
Pretended to be crater,
Cynically, I smiled.
My eyes were blinked,
I lay back on field,
The grass turned brown,
They missed the sun,
Cynically, I smiled.
My eyes were blinded,
I searched the sun,
Moon laugh hysterically,
Said I am a fool,
Cynically, I smiled.
I felt disturbed,
Bored by the fake smile,
My cheeks hurt,
I slap myself twice,
I won't smirk anymore.
"My raps and rhymes will become more valuable now. You're free to sell them to Ghostface Killah." - Ryan a.k.a T-Dog, Drillbit Taylor.
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