I walk across the crowded roads,
Men and women they bow and cross
I puff my chest; head held high
And sway the men before my eye
A lady with cute broad shoulders
Hypnotising dreamy girls,
A boss, my boss, my only boss,
I rule lands past the universe.
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Perfect Imperfections
PoetryImperfections are beautiful. Absolutely magnificent. One of the many factors that make us humane and don't let anyone make you believe otherwise. These poems are for those people who have been feeling down about their imperfections. I just had to re...
