He Belongs To No One's Agenda Poem by Eillio Imbasciati
He Belongs To No One's Agenda
The effort smells like dandruff,
The armpits reek of stink,
But the effort,
It didn't vanish
Humbled to the point into which he's hammered in the ground,
He belongs to no one's agenda,
So today he fights the world casually, with whatever that day brings,
Very rude, very obscure, taking opposing chances,
Just a battle,
Who knows, maybe the end will appear better than the previous
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