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Hot Bath

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Hot Bath

Tap tap tap 
'rrhhaaa...sshh...';
how the warm water showered down
Hopes wasted on skins,
Stains on my last two husbands; 
the fear cache of the bleached skin
and the renown frown
of the sun-tanned; 
fastened sins.

Refreshing their skins, 
to vanquish the hidden cold.
But they wished each other death,
I could guess in anguish;
Wished testicles cut and over-bowled,
Name mutilated and dead,
History used for hypnosis.

In vain the tireless soap fumes tried
Washing the evil embalmed
in the mortuary pride
of their hearts becalmed.

As i wondered,
I got a revelation
that this is the ritual
of hypocritical black and white hands interlocked
At the crossroads of blunder
Where chickens return with infection,
Roosting with a poison conflictual;
Lobotomized by a red smile. Deceit-locked.

At the same dark room
where the testicles of the future,
are cut off by the evils that loom;
Hot bath making sutured
to greed-wrecked dead men;

They, have testicle fragments messed
And are still the ones to take the photographs;
Embalming the dead guest,
Writing mind-stealing epitaphs,
forming the black stone of the dead.

The cause of looking in the mirror,
getting impressed,
and calling your brother a beast with claws;
A usurper-Is a global nightmare 
of living on a fence,
you enraged against yourself;

of being brain-washed, 
slavery-apposite
by a smile of insensibility
riding on your untamed appetite
And long-throat insatiability.
Leaving off-guard, stripped.

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