Own victory!

Some months later
I look with some disguise
The presumption of who "let it fine"
But I've imposed a victory
Only I know how
And what makes everything so funny
Is the arrogancy in a so small and lardy face
So small
It does not look fine
These are too big shoes for so little clown's feet
It turns boaster
It makes laugh
Watching it going downstairs
There is no pain
But looking in her leave
I make a "whatever" face
While I count
How many times she looked back
And it's fine... I need of both my hands!
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