If you don’t like
What I write
Please be polite
And do what’s right
If you don’t agree
And cannot see
The poet in me
I might catch the disease
Of trying to please
And lose my off beat creativity.
So even if you hate
Everything I create
And can’t appreciate
The rhyme I make
Who I am is at stake
And what you hate
Others actually might appreciate
But your hate
might create
A terminal quake.
So if you don’t like
What I write
Try to be polite
And do what’s right
Or I might kill your stupid ass tonight.
