Salil Singh

Rookie - 12 Points (19th April 1991 / Agra)

Poor Malbenis

He shambles through street lamp-lit arcades, a shambles
Dogs howl at his impending demise and growl
They all want a pound of his flesh..
The cold girl, the multitude and the frail contender
connive to kill the deliverer of ill fortune

A little love for this pitiful wreck
stab wounds in his chest and arms, they'll stop at nothing
Oh no, they'll stop at nothing

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