It laughed at me (to the brat poem that took my girl)
I wrong this poem,
And it laughed at me,
Could you believe it?
What audacity,
I its creator,
I its master,
The composer of the composed,
But it laughed at me,
With funny face,
It mocked me,
With crazy eyes,
It teases me,
How could it,
When,
I am stuck,
Trying to find,
Why,
Why a girl chose this poem,
Over me.
