They

They said, let bygones be bygones, 

And some treat you worth a penny

Some stay on, to look at, 

What you made out of destiny..

They say it's not what you think, and yet run around with scenes of their incomparably boring copyrighted movie..

They ask you to behave, and to learn what not to do so that you don't land up there,

Where you got yourself into, saying: we don't want that again now, do we?

You now want to punch them hard, or maybe use a guard,

While also thinking why just even bother.

The extremes of it all, the storms of emotions, maybe get you back to spill it out in some way, or other!

Reading all this stuff would make them wanna ask, whom you had on your mind,

When you wrote this undersigned..

Giving themselves much importance and some unashamed daring,

They'd say it's surely for me, or probably for Stalin

But you'll always know who it's for, 

Oh, it's really a catch, a hint will be that, 

Their good name starts with 'self' and sweet surname sounds like 'fish'.