in that party
there were five of them
the one that laughs
the most
is the gay one
who perhaps thinks that
he is exempted
from the hazards of
sorrow
the other one is fat
but feels her sexiness
all over her
turgidity
the rest are part of
the mindless people
i mean, one may not
even have to mention
because they are not
worth remembering
but just the same to
live this life one must
learn to laugh with them
drink with them and eat
with them
but it will just be there
for after this hour
i am on my own again
silent, strong, determined
on where to go next
and what to really do
the purpose is there
it is like a road sign
which the recent tornado
has not taken
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