Becoming Mischievous Poem by Naveed Akram

My bagels shine inwardly
To see why their arousals find something.
My annual lunch consists of salt,
Peppers are different ankles to stand on.
Mine work, they spurt directions
Like proper legs and limbs, with angles.
The articles I read appear to the girls
Of such magnificent intelligence.
Then weathers arrive to assemble
The seemingly soft pie of dinner.

Area requires magnitudes,
To return to this region makes hurt
Like those who loath you.
I have approximately ten years to learn
The different lies, and espionage
Is my apostle.