I fled from the clutch of boss
To stay clear of drop-dead day
My head was buzzy, eyes fuzzy
As if stepped on a big stingray.
They call me an angry ghost
A poltergeist of neighborhood
They are very right my wife says
You are too ill-mannered and irrecoverably rude.
I am an epitome of conflagration
and sting my son like Bumblebee
My daughter Fay in the month of May
Cudgeled me on and I took a knee.
I am spontaneous that I can say
Like a thunderbolt on Vanderbilt
Although I am scared of a rainy day
I admit this is my only guilt.
05th May, 2018
Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2018
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