Eureka is the word,
After being retard,
You can now discard,
Your stupidity card,
And lift a placard,
To be the vanguard,
Yes it feels awkward,
To push truth forward,
But surely this world,
Needs someone wild,
It's not for a child,
It needs someone proud,
To pull the crowd,
To address that crowd,
To hush them down,
To own the crown,
The colorful world gown,
It's for a choosen noun,
Not any in town,
The world is like a frown,
Waiting for a clown,
But don't you play clown,
Just make it your own,
Give it a tough tone,
Have a heart of stone,
And respect will be shown,
At the break of dawn,
They will respect the don,
Pardon,
Yeah, you the don,
You will call the summon,
They will follow your sermon,
Even in times of turmoil,
When their tempers boil,
Things will never spoil,
You will be on a roll,
You will just make a call,
and back all will fall,
You must be a whirl,
Once in a while,
To hide your style,
That will keep you ahead of the pile,
By more than a mile,
You will afford a smile,
And keep the titles,
The great subtle,
Owner of the mantle.
© Mycalian
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