Sly Fox
In life one meets crafty gals n guys
Are nothing more then a heap of lie
Ridiculous cheats, of every line
guessed the tale? hanging thereby
Shamelessly Steal, then bray on (others) talents
Oh God plz help such shadowy spys
The empty boasting, and cheap self praise
Shallowness making a hue and cry
its God's gift which money can't buy
but they would still give another try
Get over it, you Devil incarnate
or mimicry is thy talent, foxy Sly.
poem by Samima Shah
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