Nothing has changed though really
What once was now centre stage
People keep talking about democracy
Seems no one is willing to engage
Still we have a so called burocracy
That is throwing us all into a rage
Why so much hate and animosity
Though issues the elate did wage
Though advances in some technology
Were just seen as numbers on a page
And now in the twenty first centaury
What still calls it self the new age
Categories:
centaury, write,
Form: Rhyme
Decency, propriety, virtuous is her merits.
‘Moralitas’ is her key.
Good parental requisite upbringing she
inherit.
Beautiful girl she is, guys flocks and throng
around her like bees.
But now, good girl has gone bad,
sweet has turned sower
A bad girl with “good character”,
don’t dear her, she’s an ‘apoplectic tower’.
She’s called the girl of the century,
the talk of the town, the kickdown girl.
Its so dismal she now has a ‘damaged
centaury’,
a sadonic scenario her parent couldn’t bear.
She plays hard to get,
yet, its a direct entry in between her legs.
She makes silly guys feet go wet,
at the end, she have all these to regret.
Now there’s a wound in between her eyes
no one could cover for her.
Tears stream down her eyes, as she cries
victim of her own bad files.
I hope ladies will learn from her
and open their sharp eyes because
enough is enough for the wise.
*Sammy Kyle*
Categories:
centaury, change, crazy, imagery, judgement,
Form: Free verse