It rang at 5:30 then 5:45 then again, and then I rose,
I really do get bore life seems like a prose,
After the surreptitious nature’s call and all the ablution,
I gingerly keep wondering when life will be of emcee from puny with all the transformation…
Going into the balcony and feeling the ubiquitous fresh air,
Try to plan the day and think that all will be merry and hay..
In the office with despite a few friends some of the psychedelic people playing politics all day
Causing only anomie and disturbance and wating for prey,
I shake my head and keep getting chagrin feeling feeling betrayed
Now I am only looking to meet my friends in a Soiree,
To bask in the Camaraderie where I am all happy and yay yay yay
It augurs well to leave at 2:30 otherwise I will be late and they be all red and grey!
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