House of Men
In a quiet house where ladies are supposed to reside,
There are webs of secrets people try to hide,
The illusion of womanhood is only a facade,
evident by the stirrings of musical chairs,
emmitting boisterous movements and
masculine laughter, someone unsuspecting
would think they were having a dream of the
herafter,
The scherade unfolds when the moon has fades
beneath the midnight sky, most believe, they are
imagining until they get disturbed by shrieking
cries, a house of women suddenly unfold into
an army of men taking a house under siege,
disguised in elaborate costumes only day
dreamers would believe.........
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