I love the high I get when I prove people wrong,
It is like swallowing a million ketamine pills.
Whenever I let the world realise I am more strong,
I experience the greatest, longest and chilliest chills.
No sledging or abusing can add the fuel to my fire
Compared to a remarkably simple “You can’t do it,”
Even if it’s a bloody mountain, I will lift it higher
In front of you if you say I cannot even move it.
I am like a genetically modified breed of corn
That strives and grows in the dry field of strife.
A wrong assumption is enough to propel me on,
Mentally, physically into new paths in life.
So, if you ever catch me being a useless lazy slob,
Please use this trick to help me do my job!
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