While sitting in a scalding room
n eating rotten mushroom
I just happened to close my eyes
Long was the second
proportionately out of time.
Pilloried was the torso
slick with oil of demise
Jinxed were the ears
all wet behind.
Cluttered were the dumplings
all tossed behind
bitter was the mushroom
better when inside.
Will I die of cancer
or will I fall due to an attack?
Will I churn out money
or will I be a losing mash ?
Will I accomplish anything
or will I slog in a rag?
Should I listen to people
or should turn ear blind?
Damn its a recession time
even the kirk's chime
chills down the spine
Before the country gets wetter
to fuel global critical point
I first need to finance the hope
deep within mine ...


6 comments:
'...proportionately out of time.'
cool... :)
:) thanx
woah..a poem abt the recession? :d
Cheers
CRD
yup, something like a poem can be of historical value when my grand children will ask me, what exactly do people feel during recession... ;)
deep write :)
:) thanx buddy
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