Slander poem cuz I can pt1

Rain, Rain, stay in shade

Living off the fiends he takes

Bummy fights through hell and sky

yet this bum can't kill a fly

Rain, Rain, adopted place

Couldn't give a f for brother's sake

All that talk of strength and pain

Yet you’re standing stagnant stale

Rain, Rain, almost there

Potential floating in the air

Could be great, but truth is plain:

“Almost” is your whole domain