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Candy
My life is an open book,
That led me through every nook,
And every corner of discovery,
Of life's long journey.
Started from the rich Kirkuk,
Badly in search of a brook,
With pains on a bad left knee,
To quench a throat that was thirsty.
To the praise from war I do not look,
For when they call me Mook,
The great surname of many,
With a sword that is mighty.
On my way met a crook,
Who must've thought me for a schnook,
Since I looked filthy,
From the dust in the country.
A foolish step he mistook,
To rob me off of my nainsook,
Carrying my descendents legacy,
Making things go ugly.
Losing the fight in an overlook,
What was mine I took,
From the corpse that turned bloody,
For he didn't know I was deadly.
A few stories they cook,
With words that shook,
About a man who is bloodthirsty,
With a name called Candy.
#WritcoPoemChallenge
That led me through every nook,
And every corner of discovery,
Of life's long journey.
Started from the rich Kirkuk,
Badly in search of a brook,
With pains on a bad left knee,
To quench a throat that was thirsty.
To the praise from war I do not look,
For when they call me Mook,
The great surname of many,
With a sword that is mighty.
On my way met a crook,
Who must've thought me for a schnook,
Since I looked filthy,
From the dust in the country.
A foolish step he mistook,
To rob me off of my nainsook,
Carrying my descendents legacy,
Making things go ugly.
Losing the fight in an overlook,
What was mine I took,
From the corpse that turned bloody,
For he didn't know I was deadly.
A few stories they cook,
With words that shook,
About a man who is bloodthirsty,
With a name called Candy.
#WritcoPoemChallenge
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