You are a singer,
I am a don.
When you sing your heart,
I make myself a con.
I love many songs though.
I want you to know,
Songs don’t have brains.
It only says-“You are great and I am not”.
If I am caught,
I say lie,
I will bribe the police.
If you are caught,
People gather,
You give signature and soon vanish.
That I do not like.
I want to punish the famous one,
Because,
I need myself to vanish.
Adios!

great post 🙂
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