It's vulgar for some
And for them as well
As it doesn't satiate
Their bellicose vein
Wishes lurch and languish
On the mattress of deep sighs
Mourn in the morning
Weeping all the day
Evening fills the nerves
With cheap intoxication
Of some country made beverage
Days pass by nights as usual
One thing that never goes
Their attitude, a foul-mouthed bang
©sachi-8th Feb.2021
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