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Who the heck are you?
Who the heck you think you are?
You bashed my car, yet strut with flair—
Like a proud star,
Too smug to care.
Your brain's back door was left ajar;
Your wisdom vanished in thin air.
Puffed with pride that won't go far—
At best, you'll earn a mocking stare.
Copyright ©
Maclawrence Famuyiwa
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