Quoted from itself, disgusted but hasn't busted
Its not the color of the flag that had it flood
But a mere of individual and informal spirits
Its soul is a foul, in the bowl of a doll
I hate to say it, but its so unstable from sober
My blood boils up, up, up, up
For Gods sake spare them away to be fair
Its a lame excuses for those unfortunate people
Pedophile strangers from the roots of gentile
Pardon me sir but I am in a hurry
Don't give me annoyance and excuses
Just to give away free tickets from pleasure
P.s
The judge in Pandora!
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Pedophile strangers from the roots of gentile Pardon me sir but I am in a hurry Don't give me annoyance and excuses Just to give away free tickets from pleasure A beautiful poem in which poet seeks pleasure from confusion.I enjoyed it.Keep sharing Col Muhammad Khalid Khan