The perfect stage is set, let us flirt,
The globules of fried and floating lards,
Gushing through the tunnels of art,
The Almighty in the Gods is very smart.
Let us roll in the living solution of plasma mixture,
‘Human are Gods’, a sage blabbered while high on happy leaves,
Let us heat up and burn our breathing apertures,
With the incense of narcotic smoke that glorifies the Gods.
We have to meet and it is the decided fate,
Gasping can be heard while emerge for our episodes,
The overly added salt and the secreted hormones routines,
The masonry clogging of the arteries that are close to love’s dictionary.
The perfect back drop is laid; the colorful fume can be seen,
The deposit of blackened tar in honeycomb fixture of the breath,
The fat, salt and the leisurely life style, the masons get the jobs,
Those have flirted a lot, never returned back to tell their sobs.
The iron can corrode and the bones can erode to be porous,
The life is not too short as the nights are always too long,
Dating is the athletic spirit, let this body falls for monetary profit,
Sunken are these ships, no curious captain with stethoscope can rescue.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
Various health issues point their fingers to bad habits, so we can avoid the habits that are harmful to our health.