Whisper to me
In between mouthfuls
Of irate sighs
Oh world
I command the accent
Of the wind
Tribal marks
On my thoughts
Berthing like a ship
Of pirates
My mind
Has become delusional
Out of my daily tussles
Encroaching on sanguine conversations
With the mediocrity
Of laws
I hate my reality
When everything mocks at me
From the state made laws
To my grumbling stomach
All stirring the rough waters
Of my mind
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