You can’t swag,
I am mad,
Because,
People tend to copy brands,
Before it was pop,
There was a meaning,
Thrown on a hook,
Create a book,
Now everyone,
Feel they made it.
I am entirely tired of liars,
The outliers should be held to the sky,
Like simba,
For they will one day be king,
But they are subtracted from the equation,
Before the crown was placed,
This is an ode to the slain warriors of cause.
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