Hi Sir,

You're reeking with hate
Don't dive into that fate
Free yourself from rage

We are all here to write
We are all here to express
Oh please don't start a fight
Because we're all here to just express

So what if their poems always trend?
Is it an enough reason for your anger to vent?
Why wouldn't you just feel happy for them?
After all, we should co-exist 'cause we're all poets

Yes, we are poets, not *****
Don't go pulling others down
That's just not the way to the top

After running some tests
Injecting needles in your veins
******* blood from you even if it's the only ounce left

He says you're sick
Holding a pen, he prescripts
It's for you to buy, a list of medicines

And so you have to try
You have no choice but to buy
Or else, as per Dr. Quack Quack, you'll die

As you take in
Your wallet's thinning
While the packets of medicines are still stacking

Then another symptom came
And so you have to visit the clinic again
Déjà vu you thought, Dr. Quack Quack greeted you smiling

He says you're sick again
Holding a pen, he prescripts again
It's for you to buy again, a list of medicines

Oblivious to you
He's preparing his checklist too
After traveling to Europe, next stop to Honolulu

Oh my darling,
your beauty comes in many shapes.

You are the Sunset;
you are the beauty before the darkness.

You are the Moon;
you are the beauty in the darkness.

You are the Sunrise;
you are the beauty before the mourning.

You are the Rainbow;
you are the beauty after the rain.