THE TROOPS AND THE WRITER

The troops.

They look good and cool.

Commaflaged and candid,

Matching in groups

Like elephants,

Ready to protect the planet.

"That is cool," The writer says.

The troops 

Aware of the dangers

They are matching to,

It is progress, no turning

From the quest.

The troops never give up.

The battle never ends.

So does the orders.

The troops take 

And never bend it.

"That is cool," The writer says. 

The writer!

Just look at yourself

You look soo nice

And georgious, Soo charming. 

You look Soo alarming

And extremely dangerous.

So them say. 

Mindless, hopeless, ruthless

And mannerless.

So them say. 

You look Soo selfish

And more greedy. 

So them say.

Them say this and that

But the writer listen to music

Not to them.

The writer writes poems

But not for them

The writer composes and sings

But not for them

The writer writes

But let them talk.

That is cool, isn't it cool?

The writer is charmed and flirted.

The writer is not a liar

The writer is humble

Possessed just like Luke 

And Lavethian.

"I just pen and am not mean

as painted," the writer says.

That is cool, isn't it cool?