You are a restless person

Hands often on someone else’s asset

Such an ugly creation!

One could have killed you with roulette.

I hate you for being a pop-off,

Not rapt by all the comments you got

You might as well stay aloof

I’m dead tired of your poppycock.

Don’t ever think you are the winner

Thinking of having that puissance?

Stop that phantasm!

Between us, I’m still the daredevil

But you are only good in criticism.

You can’t spin me around

Because with a single leer, I could trace your loophole

I’m now puking the things you still do

Till now, I could not see real pulchritude in you.