"Three Thousand and Five Years Into the Future"
by Rahul Inaganti
No matter thine actions or what thine speak,
When I am left alone, my love thou deprive.
Disregard the others, for they remain bleak,
And I shall remain loyal till three thousand and five.
Stand ho! For a minute, twas all valorous just a week past,
My crew resides at my abode to celebrate each weekend dearly so,
Mine own radio plays the song which I love and there is no need to lambaste.
I do not have patience as I am no doctor, and this, you must know.
I hath used to care what others bethought,
But as of recent my care only grows more
I express the notion that no one has life figured out as they aught
And I lost all desire of a happy ending, as life be nothing but a chore.
Wench why art thee falsing! Why art thou Mufasa!
Ye became so high off volcanoes, and these rhymes hotter than their lava.