GOSSIP!
Like leaves,
In the storm.
Their tongues,
Spitting hearsay.
Like snakes!
Hiss, someone!
Nods and what of?
Portentous inference.
Both parties cases,
To jurisdiction phases.
Like venom,
It clots phenom.
Them not notoriety,
But sagacious.
©️SIMSIM.
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WOOBLE 3.(At home)
Though he gets home late,
How late?
It will compensate,
They here unexpected knock.
Transformation must be the moment.
For they know,
Trouble and torment,
It’s their time for blow’.
As usual,
Dirty and filthy.
Noisy and giggly,
Deny and disavows.
Emoluments, finished.
Apple to oranges.
Humanity varnished,
Chances to changes.
And because of food,
He will leave her on the ground.
With maelstrom,
To the room.
A stop at the corridor,
Order for clean ones.
Odor than of coriander,
Or to bed with ones.
Another row of endless fights.
His eyes like mighty spotlights.
Can be seen in the dark night,
Start of his blight.
Just with a fall,
On the bed,
With sizzling temper,
His final call…
“Be it mattress straight,
Be its pillow round.
Let no sun-light,
Interrupt this ground.”
The immortal tone;(fading out)
🎶Oh! Oh! Oh!
Life is trippy…
Dri…n…k till am high…
With my hands I can fly…🎶
©️SIMSIM.
WOBBLE 1.(in the bar.)
One,two,
Three tots.
To half a glass,
And even much.
To bottles,
From cheap ones.
And more,
Of cost!
Stepping on crate,
For friends and more.
Stability at a loss,
Leave alone on a trippy floor.
From bar,
Limps are weak.
By the door-side,
Leaning for better position.
Hands getting weaker,
Whenever carried up.
Eyes growing deemer,
Lower jaws heavier.
The usual song,
Lyrics on lips.
Rhythm on mind,
Beats on feet.
One step front,
A stager.
Two more front,
The turn.
The immortal tone;
🎶Oh! Oh! Oh!
Life is trippy.
Dri…n…k till am high,
With my hands I can fly…
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Life is trippy…
…fly till am high..
High past the sky🎶
©️SIMSIM.
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SCARY-NIGHTS.
Scared of the the little worries,
That are gonna attack me,
While am half-asleep.
Thinking about how tomorrow’s life is gonna be.
Just after laying my ribs down on the floor.
To reduce gravitational force.
Huh! It’s only because—
I can’t get a bed at a fee.
While setting tomorrow’s goals that I’ll have to achieve,
While am counting rusty ridges of my single detached house.
That I almost acquired it at free.
While having a bungalow in my head that has been built on an hectare.
Sleep can’t get into my eyes,
Cheeks getting white stripes due to tears,
Can’t blame the fears,
Tha’ makes me strong.
Even with a look at my belly,
Six are the packs of hunger that picture me strong.
Having emptied my belly yesterday.
With little pain on my shoulders since the other day.
Having worked for unpaid work.
With tax bills haunting me like its their work.
Am only hopping to see tomorrow.
Being ready to face it no matter;if it will be a horror.
Love gone out of my heart,
Mind moving out of its hub.
Revolving anti-clockwise,
Am hoping it won’t affect my thinking ways.
Or make me less wise.
Hating myself due to my living ways,
Without even checking on my struggle.
Moving myself from side to side of the bed like….wiggle wiggle wiggle.
Making it uncomfortable for the one torn blanket to cover me up.
Tomorrow am gonna wake up before breakfast,
Leaving my rusty scrappy house so fast.
Leaving my heart tamed first.
©️SIMSIM.
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