Tipsy Poem by Chan Mongol

TIPSY
By: Chan Mongol
Oct.24 of 2024


Too much idiocies

Barring the peace!

More he begs

More kissing his legs!

Bending over his knees

Don't do it please!

Unknown in Mose's prophecy;

Sunk in illiteracy!

The killer is crazy;

Abnormal, drunk tipsy!

He must be a pariah

From Europa!

What kind of God he has

What kind of God allows such a mess!

Destroying hard earned beauties

With worst cruelties!

He is deleting identities

Cities after cities!

God should be for beauties

So I despise his twisted ancestries!