is a poem
shall be long
infused with visual
and unforgettable sound
you come back
to taste the blood
from your own vein
it rushes to your head
Life has been a joke
it's not a theater play
but a real laughable tragedy
because of the tears
are so worthless and funny
tears down your cheeks
they burn two deep channels
the channels carry the keys
smell the hand gestures of the rude man
his hair radiates anger and impatience
with a single swing
dignity thrown away
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