Original Poems

All The Same

I can’t help it I’m obnoxious,
I was born and raised that way;
That has made me quite incautious
Easy, too, to lead astray

But I’m a courageous fighter
Of a rather ninja kind;
I can clobber any blighter
If I sneak up from behind

So, my voice is shrill and piercing
This is why I can be heard;
Through my veins, my blood is coursing
And, in some ways, I’ve matured

So don’t think of me as sleazy,
I’m the best that I can be;
Love or hate or leave or keep me –
It is all the same
To me

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