The retarders in your life
got a tongue sharp as knife
plans meticulously to decieve
your intentions they can perceive
you must fail,so they can win
they love to see, when you sink
they have bodies but no soul
have rich looks , shines like gold
deep inside, just freezing cold
they pull or make you trip
in life’s journey ,want you to slip
they feel amused
to see you confused
beware of retarders who appear as friends
when you trust them, that is your definite end
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