The punchline is all evident on my head,
How your blow met with my head,
It is the reason why my eye is red,
If I never got help, Now I would be dead.
It is people like you,
Who make insecurity true,
It is people like you,
Who leave us wondering what to do.
If you don't slay, you cripple,
Why don't you live your lives simple,
You children of the evil,
What do you ask innocent people?
Is it a must that you drink cheap wine?
Is it a must that you steal all the time?
Is it a must that you leave people with a PUNCHLINE?
© Mr. Reality Check.
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