How To Kill Frustration Poem by Mohd Arshad

Salt is water in the container
No rope to tie it, and put aside
Clock invites you to the dinning table
Guests are fanning with their portables
He is there, asking you to hit the head against the wall
Would you do? Imagine. It is done

He is the ghost
You will cower
Care to be taken.
Little hospitality keeps
A mischievous cat away from the kitchen

Don't let him follow you
Take out a sharp knife and stab him
Finish him off at the click of a mouse

Prepare the dishes
Feast is relation
Hold on to him thightly

Salt is chillies in eyes
Under his nose
Salt is deliciousness at his death

Dare to be a killer to avoid a brutal killer