It’s the time of your life
Find a niche
scatter from your pen
bones; in a hyena’s den
for recognition’s sake
easy pickings take
from here and there
pick and choose
in abundance effuse
a patchwork here
a quilt work there
a mix and match
a copy paste patch
accolades you may
daily receive
to the knowing eye
you cannot deceive
he’s hardly read
he poorly fares
never been ground
in literature fine
better points of muse
so borrow it all
and carry a ruse
build a scam
go through it all
with a battering ram
feral feed in anyone’s nest
live life, like cuckoo’s best
Go on buzzard
Do your thing
surf the web
brazen search
for lines to spin
a sham cobweb
in the end it wouldn’t
make a happy man
in sober circles
it will not pan
but sadly that’s
all you can do
we know the story
of schools too few.
saadat tahir
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