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People were thirsty,
In the fast-paced city, they all walked like humans,
But zombies inside, all dried.
The jester, feeling emphatic, throw jests as much as he could.
Like a touch of zest on overly thick sauce,
Giving freshness to the half-dead crowd.
People crave for more, more & more of the zest.
The jester heard their wishes, giving them as demanded.
Sweet & sour, like oranges,
Bitter, sour, but refreshes the thirst, like lemons.
Drawn back by the touch of bitterness, people scram.
There, the jester stood alone in the middle of the road.
Laughing pitifully, he exclaimed,
"Come to me, those who are thirsty"
"Why bother running away from the bitterness,
It was inevitable, force of nature.
For everything, has its price."
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The Unsung Lyrics From My Head
PoetryA compilation of broken poems, random lines of words, sleepless nights thoughts, and shower thoughts as form of expressions because I have difficulties in comunicating or expressing myself in real life.
