I wrote this coz i really wanted to say something but u r reading it coz u want to read just anything so just read it ....
So what If I can't relate to that supposed thin band, Of normal abnormality mistakenly called niche Am I not the same old Amish.
Why Are the third world ethics different? From that of the land of milk and honey, Fool this guy with doses of morals And live your life wild and free.
Meeting strangers on Pal talk seeking some adult company A single mother alone at thirty five, She lives a life shaped by bad choices Now wants to be a simpleton wife
A boy madly in love against the customs of the world And wishes of his family, He sacrifices everything just to reach her And she refuses to give him her house key.
Drinks drugs and sex Been there the have done it all, Lists of romantic men still lay password protected Shadows of doubt linger, is someone listening the howl.
But Who am I to talk of ethics? Who am I to point at the moral decay? Why should I worry about these things? Why don't let hem live their own way.
Well Saying this not only out of frustration That nobody actually listens to me, Although that's the major reason Behind this change of imagery.
See There is some one inside you Perhaps he lives in me too, He justifies things for us Things we always want to do.
Still He neither does anything himself Nor does he forces you to do, His job is like that of an intelligent whore Who will thrall you to the abysmal depths? But never let you feel guilty of going over the board.
Huh Is this the same old me Ghost from the past say no, This is the struggle within The more I think the more pains grow.
So Trying to act smart my friends gave me a golden rule They say good is bad, bad is good But poetry never finishes something always stays Which till now I deliberately haven't understood. So what?
What stayed with you?
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