Each To His Own!

You write poems, I sing song

Some like their whiskey, some do the bong

World's full of choices

Good things & the vices

So holler round with me

When I hit the bone

Say it along laddies

Each to his own

Rock or metal, all I'm

ready to chase

But if you say hip-hop

you may have broken face

In movies you say, life is all easy

'Oh cmon' one exclaims

Haven't you seen Scorcese?

Holler round with me

When I hit the bone

Say it along fanatics

Each to his own

Great women are all curvy

but then you think

Zero figure is your thingy

Short hair or Long hair

What does it matter

When the girl's awesome

Be happy as the Mad Hatter

Holler round with me

When I hit the bone

Say it along hornies

Each to his own

Live for United or die for Arsenal

Be it Ponting or S.Tendulkar

Bull fight chills or

Horse race thrills

Adrenaline pumps,takes us uphill

So holler round with me

When I hit the bone

Say it along crazies

Each to his own