Saturday, February 24, 2018

Circle Jerk


The old man we use to torment
keeps dying in my memories

We pack of snotty brats
probably hastened his demise
with our relentless attacks

How I wish I could go back
to offer my apologies
for every single cruelty

Now I am the old man

Victimized by time
and howling young hyenas 
bludgeoning me with karma 


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