I Love Thee - Poem by Tracee Olga
They feast away in feast fit only for filth on the fifth avenue
Drooling and rolling like roller costar their role clearly defined
To them they rule the world
Ruling out every possibility that this rule too shall be ruled out by the ultimate ruler
Blinded by their ignorance that has long since given birth to arrogance
Extravagance in their spending
Adorn in attires that barely reach their knees
Not caring about any other need but parting till dawn
Drowning in a stupor and a hangover
When in real sense hanging over the dark side
Handing over their will to the devil himself.
They call it cest la vie
Yet in all this dad, you still maintain
I love thee!
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