Standing proud in his arrogant cloud,
Yenson can’t hide his “Turin Shroud “
A beast within surfaces his con,
A frenzy, An Anger enables his fury,
Fuelled from steam of his self entitled past
But for over 3 years has ignorantly gone,
Yenson unknowingly is the ONE

To forget is foolish for he should’ve known,
The seeds of revenge he unwittingly had sown,

The return of “Sunday morning for once he abused “
Unkind if honest Yenson was harsh
Multiple times his claim was made
Poor poetry, poor writing and personal it was ,
If for only he wasn’t destroyed by the mighty Yenson
To survive his own hand
To return from the brink
Oh wow Yenson, Yenson just think

For now the return was nearly 4 years and Yenson would worry and quiver behind his words,

Who knows if mercy can help,
For Yenson get’s personal then acts like a coward,
A Keyboard warrior that types with venom and like a ****,
If he doesn’t like you
he’ll message with spite then cowardly block.
Yenson the brave, for this poem is for you,
No doubt you’ll write it better for it’s what you do,

Love you Yenson ***