I woke up to grow with pain
Seeking for lane of gain
Walking towards success in blain
Everyone knows I'm blessed with brain.
Moving to and fro like devil in opprobrium domain
Everyday challenges comes and I entertain
Cracking my blad head to find sane
Like a wanted thief in the Britain.
From morn to dusk, my pen always complain
Of my ordain hands and book constrain
That is why my pen cries in pain
Blue and black for the utmost gain.
My passion is my addiction
I care not about the crucifixion
That I will undergo during the execution
Because I have built my perfect determination.
I am words baker and a perfect contradictor
I spicy my words with aromatic diction
I plucked it from my pure dictionary
I care not about fiction or nonfiction
I bake my words with ordained pen
I'm a farmer from far away Farmington
Men laugh at my toil and suffering in the sun
but my determination is my shade and shun
Men make gest of my daughter and son
Because of my passion for farming
My heart tells me that the time of famine
Is nigh and they will need my passion.
And in the end, all men will give me awesome benediction.
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