I’ll try to hide if I look so hot,
Hoping they will not find me in the dark,
They disgust me greatly for being on the top,
They said I was small, not eligible enough.
There is no need to keep the boundary,
An enemy will come and ruin the territory,
There goes all effort, my popularity,
I should have known this sad scenery.
No need to vote need no sympathy,
I’ll be fine again after the therapy,
The day has come and I should be ready,
It’s time to step down the hierarchy.
They won’t see me, my face on TV,
Press won’t spot me if I act naughty,
No stealing spotlights no longer VIP,
I will live my life anonymously.
4 comments:
nurul izati zainal abidin likes diz....u made it by ur own...??
hehe, haruslah Zati, Azham Vosovic rite? he made this poem when he was bored during the holidays.. heheh
waa...ske2...!!...besnyer dpt wat poem sdri...org x reti...nt melalut ntah pape gak nyer...haha...
OMG, i am going to post this blog to the newspaper...
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