WHOA, YAHOO
I have to thank Yahoo for their kindness,
In letting me voice my air,
with all my friends across the globe!.
I have to thank them for what help they give
In my writing from early ’Truancy’
A maiden poem ,to a modern cry,
Chiromancy of poetry!.
I’d like to thank Robert Harrison of Australia,
Kroshta from Canada,
and Kya from UK,
David from USA,
for the poems, I make all day!.
The best profession for a jobless guy like me,
who is ever hungry of praise,
to his voice above
his desperate critics raise,
Yet hold no ill will of what they’ll think,
Sitting in the closet holding my head,
Taxing and wondering what will emerge,
As on the computer my fingers converge!.
I know no rhyme,
I have no time!.
All I know that my words do flow,
My mind is faster than my typing speed,
Please pay, do pay, to this some heed,
Kindly still my poems read!.
Some will still say what’s this crap,
I really do not care for that slap,
They are to be thanked for bearing me,
I am just a teenager can they see,
No not physically,
Yes mentally!.
I refuse to grow and you may still say,
In your true and inimical way,
Well are you a moron!?
Think what you will, but do not groan!.
Do please, do think as you desire,
But poems I will always at you fire,
Irrespective of what you say,
Whoa, what real poem it is today!.
‘’Hello Canada’’
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