April 15, 2016April 15, 2016

He is a Sinner.

He is none other than a sinner

thinks himself to be a winner

knows no fundamentals in all

be it in language or accounting in call

speaks with a drawl and a break

it would turn out to be a real ache

listening to his quixotic diction

ridiculous and strange are his pronunciations

he feels on the top of the world all times

never knows how many times the clock chimes.

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