Poking your nose around
for where foully it stews
and where the aroma stirs up
your little vie?
That how you want to Live
all your life time?
Swiveling your eyes around
catching on to the shabby
and the immaculate who stir up
the little envy in thee?
That how you want to Live
all your life time?
Pricking and cocking your ears
savoring scandalous chit-chats
and putting holes in great names vilifying
to stick the world to its no-hero state?
That how you want to Live
all your life time?
Waving your hands, beckoning
to the freak full freedom finders
and waving away every strict divine law
let sulking spoiled pampered be?
That how you want to Live
all your life time?
Walking your legs towards five star
to find faggot in a penthouse
and sit at the terrace overlooking flora
and forget the existence of slums?
That how you want to Live
all your life time?
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Thank you, Barrister.