I worked very hard
For the job under a bard
As a part time body guard
With the salary of a head ward
But alas, I got burnt
My heart said it wouldn't
My mind said it couldn't
And I said fear n't
I come to make a mark
As the world's greatest lark
Who flew above the sky into the park
Of fortune and fame and billionaires dark
Where the hungry media is the shark
And waiting for your mistake to say hark
But even then I come to make a mark
Not to get grinded in a job like ordinary Clark
Better to fly up like a cool Tony Stark
And go on a journey that I should not embark
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Random poems
PoetrySong-like poems made mainly for the fun rhyming effect than anything else. No deep meanings, no complicated and flowery language; just good-old random poems.
