Thinking of me for trillions of years,
And dreaming me for billions of years,
Wrote and found me ugly,
Your failure! If not lovely?
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first of all the title of this poem-" Yes, I Am A Knave! " just I love; yeah I love this confessional title! the love from the man yeah manly love since no time; since greatest ancient savagery was bloomed as the stalker of ….! Through the mighty body or by the weapon or manliness reign the love overpowered the……! Oh the knavery was consecrated as the saintly bliss as merry to marry........! ! !
Yes, one can have many complaints. We're all dolls tied with strings and He makes us dance ti His tunes. And we have no option but to dance. So yes, we are knaves as well. Beautifully written piece using limerick construction for each stanza. But I've not quite followed the ref to nuclear weapons, why, man has committed a lot of blunders. God tried to make him intelligent but he turned out a knave. Thanks for sharing this thought-provoking piece.