Oh silly boy, you mock, you play with fire
Did Mama never warn 'Don't be a liar'?
So after all these years you haven't learnt
that one fine day you will be terribly burnt.
Your sad lame life will flare up into flames
While Karma makes you suffer, take the blame
I will be there to watch from shore afar
to add some smoke, some sparks and ugly scars.
To silly little boys who don't share toys:
'Quit being such divas, heed your mamas,
get off your high horses, stop the drama!'
Next time not so easy I'm not this coy.
May dues be paid to end your kid charades
Perhaps the wicked taste of hand grenades.
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