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A youngster - barely out of pads
Thinks he is King of all the Lads!
Alone he sits before his screen -
This so superior human being!
He tells them all he is so great
And being famous must be his fate!
The all reached out to shake his hand
But soon backed off at his command!
He feels not one could lick his shoes
The World it seems owes him his dues!
He needs to feel his ego swell
For him the World must got to hell!
He fills his life with words so dark
Where life and hope can make no mark.
If he should ever gain some sense
And apologise for his offence
We'd feel the need to make amends
And tell him - this is where the battle ends!
But he's drew up the battle lines
He wants win this war of minds!
It's such a shame to cause such strife
He forgets he's only got ONE life!
Someday his screen will let him down
He'll be all alone - no-one around!
When he finds he has not one friend
What will he and his ego do then?
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