The Transformer Poem by kanav justa

Bright was the colour of white
dark was the colour of red
my friend had an ass like face
my friend had an ape like head

To the gorgeous girls
each day he would propose
naked in the beach
in the morning he would pose

Girls used to assume that
he had gone out of his mind
but he was smart enough to enter
their washroom and said he was blind


With pretty girls of town
he wished he could get laid
some of them came for free
for others few dollars he paid

Sometimes he used to stay idle
like a buffalo of some valley
girls use to run away
when they saw his dreadful belley

To each passing girl
he would pass his wierd smile
late at night with that girl
he was seen doing it the gangnam style

He did not care if the girls were black
he did not care if the men were white
in morning he slept with lucy
and slept with james at night

This was never the friend
that once i used to know
but life takes its turn
and life gives us its blow

Somewhere back in time
a different life he had
he was a bright person
he was a bright lad

An evil friend left my friend
lost and dry and cold
that has turned my friend to dust
that once did shine like gold