Where I'm from I'm all the rage
They had to keep me on a cage
I am not a monk, I'm not a sage
I'm not a sorcerer or a mage
But with my rhymes I do real magic
I'll pick you up when you are tragic
Make all you worries subatomic
give you strength, like in the comic
So with this verse I can reverse
All augury and any curse
Or in its defect I could do worse
Take tiny tasks, make them adverse
I'll make you ill with these sick rhyme
Like the black plague of our time
So now you know what is my crime
Will you judge me guilty or sublime?
- Marcelo

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