Poem -

Chaplin

Chaplin

Hey, I'm the puff that puts your mind at ease

I drive you to do the most, while you accomplish nothing

But it seems to me you got the wrong fien

Think of what started this all

Was it your best friend, or you being alone on your knees

Take one more and it may put your best forward 

Could also put you a step back

that's okay if you are a little whack 

A guy at the knowledge store seems to be weary 

Lights up a puff his thought ponder for an instance 

His problem just solved and he's quick to admit it

One turns to two and now he has a few

His paper just finished now he's determined to finish 

A grade A mark, is he now on a mission?

He determined a brew with the designation to the moon

He came back two but was not finished with the stew

Stew with the crew than to finish a little brew

One night turned gold with a 10th fold 

He came unknown the last of the known

The he is a she i bet you she'll turn queen

She has to stop the stimuli for making her have the feeling of a queen

Till now she's uncrowned she's coming back to being a human being 

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