My Business is of a Delicate NatureA Poem by Prolific In VerseSuppose a line ends the world, what would you say?I’m on self-exile, sent to mamma With a new bunch of manna The communism of silk of verse Scribbling like therapy, free association Thrust upon me like low-brow Ruffling my dirty hair I feel no love without it I should be in the middle of monsoon Here I recline in my idleness Like a flower of the lost fields I am the thought after a long day’s work I want the committee of cruel women To tell me where I went wrong? But they barely speak, no rewards For my love wage, my specialist’s rate What shall I charge next time? When they all don’t believe in what I offer Without a price, altruism is not my Topmost level, it’s my republic baseline My prewar norm of untamed love The pig-iron of all I know how to wield Collecting taxes from broken citizens.
© 2013 Prolific In VerseAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 9, 2013 Last Updated on January 9, 2013 AuthorProlific In VerseAboutI use a mini-laptop, recently I have a glitch that does not permit me to answer your comments, I feel rude but it is not intentional. It's not every day that you write, or it's all day that you wr.. more..Writing
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