If I weren’t such a kidder,
you might have to consider
just where I went and hid her
now that I am a widder.
But now you can’t assume;
you’ll call for an exhume
and then you’ll storm and fume.
The widder grin doth bloom.
Widder Woman
hate boxes and neat little slots
pigeon holes burn my behind
all those safe-making creations
that pacify the peeps.
stuff an unknown quantity
into a bag of mundane
catch me first.
if I must be widow then a merry one
will I be and
as soon as my sciatica clears up
I streak the whole damn street.
I wonder for what i ride,
I ride a journey of life.
I travel a world,
Where everything is like puzzle.
Here roads are widder,
But mindset is narrow.
Here buildings are high,
But character is low.
Here criminal rules the world,
And good ones don't even utter a word.
Where one is killed for just few bucks,
And respect for women is just a duck.
I wonder when this world,
Would understand this simple words.
" love , carr and respect "
Without which this ride is a flop
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