Your Aim of Fame
If I'm to say, You knew me not
But one of the models I can't do without
Not just a contest, I have your bio to paste
An anecdote of your fame in every state
Your aim of president sit, has nailed a headache
To whom who wanted to be the first place
Poor thing though, a called kano born
For your hunt, you purr a scornful form
Against the 'THEN' ancient norm.
Who knew thou? If not for thy dirty game
Living on and on lieing to be plus 7 decade
For more vast fame, every risk you take
Like a cat, nine lives ride on a cunning cart
It's Never erased, what you've done in past
Your aim of fame, now takes us to next
Poverty stage.
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