You seem to be bitter,
Could even tell from a meter.
How rumpled your face is,
I could stumble at its sight.
As you come towards my direction,
It becomes hard to attempt a description.
I think you'll need someone to appease you,
In order to reduce the crease on your face.
Or better still you need to meet Christ,
He is the eliminator of your crisis.
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