Poem – There’s No Rest for the Wicked

This is my first poem published here. Have some fun:

There’s no rest for the wicked
There’s no other word for it
It’s like this huge pit
that you just can’t forget it. 

You know you fought for it
The battle that you’re fighting isn’t a good fit
But you’re still gonna go for it

Because  you’re full of grit
You don’ have time to sit
Daily using your Beast Mode Kit
Where you’ll be popping haters like a zit

You bet that they will run an audit
and will try to get you to suck it
But you are the shit
and will put them in their own crypt. 


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