Swindler
Growing tired and weary as the day groans on For these days seem longer due to restless nights You, My boy are in need of a pick me up Appreciated offer but it would be irresponsibleTo coax a mind that's already dwindling I can't afford to lose it all As a result of your persuasive swindling So leave me be, petty swindler But sir! It's my product that'll help you forget her 'Her' is gone and I've made piece with that So take your bad habits and just leave it at that!
This poem is about:
Our world