Ibrar Siddiqi - attitude

Son of no-one
Why give me grief?
Moan at me because of my belief.
You wake me up from sweet slumber.
All because of our desire to sqawk.
2 types of people who talk
Those who talk for talking sake
or these who have much to offer.
Manchild, put away your attitude.
Sick of younger people like you, who are so rude.
Manners cost nothing and mean so much.
Big mouth of yours covering you with a shield.
Yet when I put you down - you have nothing to yield.
Grow up and accept that life is crap.
Or listen to rubbish and spread more crap.
Why are some people allowed to breed?
God, why did you create some people?
Even this Quasimodo will come down from his steeple?
Run amok and hurt some silly people.
Frustrated lion with his pride.
Ignore hunters, seeking to destroy or deride.


I Siddiqi 03.05.09

Ibrar Siddiqi

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