Sunday, August 27, 2006
Words like Gladiators in A Cage, by firoze shakir
of my mind scream and shout
wrestling bout..
spawned to slavery
let them out..
so they in new found freedom
can show their busted snouts
and online cyberstalked
my poetic thoughts
like a broken fountain
and a missing spout
tremble, miss a step and yet gush out..
as I, of her do moon about
me a shia thug, and devout
how the hell did this come about
and on the unpaved walks of buzznet
like littered gloom it did sprout
clawing my soul a talent scout
dying within..
and dying without..
on the heart of her journal
being kicked about..
Imperceptibly
and no doubt
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