Fondness Of - Poem by Naveed Akram
He entered from fondness and between the murders,
I know him by name, and his name has weakness of the heart.
I saw him being pulled and he staggered like a hound to hit,
Laughing with gusts of wind, squealing and kicking around.
The murderous slant began hitting me on the mouth,
Decent tests spring from the mind, as murders are discovered.
Asses work like donkeys as well, but the test is complete,
A devilish spitting session is afoot, like a test from above.
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