a.l.e.x59 on 29 May 2007
It's time to shun you down. You will never get the crown. You will be the mockery of the town. You will be a clown. I give you a frown. It's okay, because you were never bound... Because your rhymes make no fluid sound. You've been outpaced by the speed of a hound. Your words go round, and round, while mine have become renown.
