Some seldom in life feel
boredom,
Some punk when their foods
stink.
Weary eyes,
people are nice,
Spicy ways,
catch em’ up every days,
Spick bowl, mesmerizing soul,
Glued in cell,
enjoys fire of hell.
Vibrating tones ring, engulfs me in wing,
3G booster shouts aloud, a passing cloud,
Shivering legs in biting cold, just allow me to hold,
Rest in arm-chair springs rolling tossing my hair.
Gaze tells me why,
my self-esteem is high,
Pranks fill in at childhood,
children skate on dashboard,
My leap bounces to steps,
enlivened spirits give us peps,
Hope you understand the message,
though this is not a passage.
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