THE UPCOMING PRESIDENT
THE UPCOMING PRESIDENT
By Naih Peter
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In every morning,
The sun shines with pleasing
Rays, just as the trying
Beings declare the beginning
Of the cool war,
The war which can’t start
When ‘am not there,
But they do fail to hear,
The prophecies of doom,
And they believe to bloom,
While I stick to them like a glue,
Just emerging from the blue
Without any knowledge or clue.
They do trades on me,
But I do degrade them from hero,
And some great icons to zero.
They still believe that I: stimulates,
Get rid of stress, and increases their performance
And that is not true, that’s not the way,
It’s a game of do or die,
“Touch me, I touch you”
Just promoting antisocial behaviors,
For I don’t cherish
Any customer, but if you don’t distinguish
The truth from false, you then perish,
For I am determine to govern
This nation, the nation which has failed
To judge the truth:
Truth in them and in me too.
I am small but I’ve biggest results,
As they sometimes called me alcohol,
The upcoming president,
In this cool politicking nation.
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