From the very rough confines of a slum
Came a boy looking so tough and glum
Used to being at the bottom like scum
Also used to being stepped on like gum

Circumstances presented a conundrum
Of drowning himself with bottles of rum
Then end up being another useless bum
Or end up being just a ghetto hoodlum

Seeking to escape this gloomy spectrum
So as to be a part of the normal quorum
To work and make over zero per annum
Anything! Something he cared not the sum

Deep in his head there was a constant hum
Of thoughts and words vexing his cerebrum
Swinging in his very brain just like a pendulum
It turned into a buzz and gathered momentum

Versed rhyming whispers assaulting his eardrum
Then flowing in his blood and veins like a serum
Arousing his pen with a sweet poetic decorum
Ink racing like sperms towards a papery ovum

Giving birth to Poetry which became his fulcrum
And his pillar of hope, his refuge and soul asylum
Composing many poems like songs in a poetic album
Making others sing and dance to the beat of his drum

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