Opuss is like a painting picture
You paint the pictures of your own
No two painting are exactly alike
For every artist got their own stroke
If you have none, you may copy
But be sure to credit the artist
If you don't, you will tarnish
The beauty of painting
A tarnish painting is worthless
A meaningless words
Pictures ain't right
Words just fly right over your head
There are another place for that
Worthless pictures, worthless words
And it is called Facebook
And it is called Twitter,
I don't give a fuck about
Limited character
No one likes fakers
No one cares for fakers
It is okay to express
But not to steal,
Act like it is your own
Even if you don't say,
Doesn't matter how much
How much it meant to you
How much you related to it
Nor even how true it is
But remember, darling
Action do speak louder than words
You want to be heard,
You have been heard
But not the way you want to be heard
I'm sorry, but you slept in your bed
You must make it,
Don't forget to vacuum up the tiny crumbs.
Now, you have gone and done it
Now, you have angered many writers
Now, they are huffing and puffing
Like big bad wolf ready to blow
Down the pigs' home
Like a wolf in red riding hood story
Hidden in disguise, waiting
Waiting for you to come,
Waiting to devour you,
As for me, I will be sitting
On comfy arm chair, with Serria Mist
And popcorn, darn I'm gunna enjoy the show
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