Giving Up On Odes
Crucified for the crusades of life, giving up on odes;
Sitting in my chair sipping coffee, wishing I had known more words.
Absolute rubbish are the feeling of emotions;
when persecuted at every turn by derogatory notions.
Abhorred by the tell tales of bygone bigotry;
I did rather break some eggs at my old man's poultry.
Copyright © Ravi Kiran | Year Posted 2015
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