Flavours
Buzz and bubble,
Sign of trouble;
Booze and babble,
Niche a double.
Fuss and disdain,
Sign of disease;
Splurge of vain gains,
Note lack of ease.
Blur and rowdy,
Times of odd trace;
Shades of moody,
Tells in your face.
Leon Enriquez
20 January 2015
Singapore
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