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A Mulatto

Otto`s life is not their British sickular motto Grue is his banner left by his blue-eyed Brit mom left long by one of those hated South African Paki His guilty pleasures in Green Street have no recognition like many such Aussies in mulberry bushes Yet he shovels the stake of hatred and grows As if sheer pain as tears digged large holes in A pineapple in search of an apple lurking in the dark reality of snark and disembark A noir youth shadowed ,embroiled and embezzled So is his life-an aisle of resiscitation Identity crisis hackneyed into codes for statistics they call secularism His way melds through smog hogs he hoggard for heydays eats grief, drinks sorrow Flowers though bloom on his washed soil Seasonal affluenza and again bailiffs and treasons Anacronym to London Bailey courts No star and no moon and no jack in the trade that allured From marijuana to cocaine he manscaped to Spain Years unheard he found at last his identity Jubilations in star-spangled banners living with his Andalusian mare in the city of angels People who undermined him once are now just emoticons, mere dissidents of an earlier impropriety Adamant and spanglish he continues his inspiration from cartrels in Cuba to brothels in Colombia, to escorts in Dominican his blood strengthened in the verizon of Panama Enter the new duel from drugs to bodacious babes Gringa melones versus latina buttocks though he remained dormant in all those fracas Gasohol stealing expensive Davidsons and long drive for prime contacts his frarority Though warned and caught and handcuffed and jailed and derailed a few times from Sao Paolo to San Antonio Unfazed a prophetic man for some eveready treasures he found new breasts to grab somebody -a kosher barbarian -cut-glass Rhabarberbarbara is his broken glass fortune Women are always pleasure,sort of beautility The Interpol announced him in Moscow after a trail of long bellowing Mistaken and misled Beyond every speculations and delishful explorations he continues Chillax mood in Russian vodka and Austrian redbull and background Swedish mafia beats A highwayman is he now way away his breath from their breathalyzers In New York he bonks in those trader`s stocks Brunch with Japan and now a doting father of two Beyond every hatred what started a movement in Christianity in Europe He celebrates Thanksgivukkah and a regular blogger in diplonomics

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 9/4/2014 6:32:00 AM
Congrats on a fine win, Amit. namaste
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Date: 9/3/2014 8:06:00 PM
WOW AND WOW! What a breath of freshness... I am dazzled by your imagery and so many lines had me green with envy. You do figurative so very well!!! Brunch with Japan (fantastic) guilty pleasure in Green street (!!!) and the entire fourth stanza. So glad I stopped by. Man, you're a poetry lesson on one page. :D
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Date: 9/3/2014 2:15:00 PM
Hi Amit, I perceive this to be a profound undertaking on your part, to keep all the parts in play and cohesive in this linguistic jungle of words. Well done. Interesting read. Congrats on your well deserved win. Earl
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Date: 9/3/2014 12:07:00 PM
Astounding winner..Way to go..Congrats..Sara
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