I am the señor

Some may say I am a bore, but I am the senor.

They call me senor

Because I’m a bore

I’m in love with a whore

But I make her snore


She hits me and punches me

But to no avail

I will still love her

When she calls me a snail


Because I am the senor

And i am fantastic

my mother adores me

I eat only plastic


You may not like me 

Or know me at all

But I am the best one

I am the senor



This poem is about: 
Our world


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