One Early Morning
Wake chants ring one early morning
The sounds of beatbox and singing
While moon gives a full silver glow
To all the creatures down below
The empty minds keep complaining
About how I make my writing
They bark things they don't understand
Like useless vocals in a band
I wouldn't mind if they comprehend
The things they say, more, when they blend
Sticking fingers on one's own door
Is of the minds, nosy and poor
You have the choice not to mind it
Don't barge in if you don't like it
You were not born to waste your time
On one's own business, you don't rhyme
December 27, 2023, 2:55 AM, PST, SPC, NE
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