1.
Both are here
In my body
Sugar and pressure.
And both play
Arbitrarily soccer,
And I am the loser,
And I am the sufferer,
Though I am sober.
No doubt, I am
A social climber,
Yet, they together,
Pull me towards a dark
Yellowish-brown color,
In this solar year.
2.
I engaged my
Own solicitor,
But see
Nothing to get.
I am not the benefactor
In anyway since
I am not a BPL holder.
The songster came
To this picture and
Gives sonar,
I am not lucky
To take advantage
From the sorcerer.
I got nothing sought-after.
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