fool!

when you are angry at nights,
you write poems with rhyming lines,
and with some word play,like you ice,
the baked hot cake,flavored with some nice,
or not so nice surprise,and you feel fine.

and you feel fine,
'cos you conveyed the message right,
to the world lost,in itself and time,
and that you are 'oh! so right',
and i appreciate, your thought,your mind.
'cos i am in this,the society,i write.

i am in this, the society and i write,
i write,to quit,and share it here with might!
yeah.nevermind.