If I Were You

My pen cascades it's ink here and now, Leaving stains on my pad, silently i assign my words, Carefully in a filthy aura, they might be candied than Thaumatin, yet as biting as lime, very monotonous And exhausting. Perseverance please!, it's not my fault. Let fault be found to the wicked, who are never guilty Of their licenticiousness and that's why my pen is on a hike Traipsing about to rebuke the vicious. If i were you, profligacy would be a consequence. Perpetrators of the ordinance along with the Muggers of mutual estate, to them it would Be a remorseful dilemma. If i were you, this couldn't be what we're, Impoverished, philistinism, unpaid time off and Antiquated. I wish i were you, you couldn't be What you're doing, nefarious crooker, larcenous, Deceitful and shameless, still they don't get Why if i were them. I wish i had that crown on my head, It doesn't matter whether it would fit me or not But it would definitely suit me, to hold the treasure Fishy enough it's neither mine nor yours, It belongs to them.