There was one little crazy maverick in the class,
who had a habit to make people laugh
His company seemed to be formally kickass
But never looked like one in the staff
His job was very usual, but not his style
As he taught nothing from the books
He always made the class to think for a while
Meanwhile, he analyzed the reluctant looks
Words were the only toys during his leisure
All the jigsaws and scrabbles ran for life
His taunts were an irritating pleasure
But his silence seemed like a lethal knife
Life isn’t that much itself, coz
Life has so much to suffice, and there’s a lot more to it
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