Slam Time
You like a river bank,
one my brain thought about my heart sank.
You are a silver tank,
one I should lock it and nail on a plank.
my aim is to protect,
the world against you, n your soul a suspect.
eventually I dont respect,
whenever your flaws I detect.
You like the motive behind art,
a rhythm that lacks a good part.
a boring song,
that plays on for so long.
Your hands are never blazing.
your eyes are scary ,stop gazing.
Your face with dimples,
would have been better without pimples.
You are the bliss,
I rather miss.
a grand crime,
that waste the time.
You are the period pain,
reason why all women avoiding your Lane.
you are the least sip on the glass.
one we drink for sake of drinking at last.
You the paper that toilets know better.
even greater when it gets wetter.
weaker, as it's easier to get it shattered.
wait let me not waste time or tell you that later,
in this slam , actually you do not matter.
03/05/18
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