A Fools
My words are adime a dozen
My fun is being bad
I am always beaten as a servant
I always display my foolishness
I am a rebels foolish
That talk should prick my own pride
For I am unreliable messenger
That causes a lot of trouble
I despises my farther advice
I despises for my folly
I am a traitor
I don't control my temper
For I don't think b4 speaking
Nsen Kefas
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