Weird Finger
Weird finger on my wall,
Dripping ink of silly words,
Your lines embraced obscurity,
Reading no originality
Write your lines like legends,
Not far beyond legends,
Of which Shakespeare put on the crown of immortality,
Petrarch, the gown to rule till eternity,
In the mortal realm of humanity.
Cease tight this opportunity
Of expose and print call
If not, your song book will answer the lovely cockroach call,
Your voice will fade Because of guildline blockade,
And forever unknown you shall be....
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