Nice Nice Nice he clicks
never says a word
clicking finger sticking out
flashing like a sword

Sword the clicks when cuts deep
tears the words apart
Silent stories, sweet peoms
dejected they depart

Pointer constant with aims high
to make a name for self
Come midnight on writerbabu
hiding his real self

Hummer bee earlier he
graduates to being nice
Escapades with people's work
make them pay a price

Price of gloom the next morn
face reflects itself
He that polls on all my stuff
back to back, i yelp.

Ok dude, if you come
it's cool what you must think
Take some time and comment on the work
stay for more than a blink.

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