These days

Questions and Answers lay orphaned on the floors.
Metabolism wires upto tell that it indeed is something to be taken care of.
The nipple says 'Suck me'.
The retards keep talking in English.
The inability to make an unwarranted entry strikes me quite hard.
Papers, unsorted, lay clipped as a book. They call me out to solve the mysteries inside.
Condoms seem quite lonely lying against dark boxes in closed shops.
The museum grasses are green.
Silicon Valley people suck big time.
Hot air finds ways to get inside rooms, inspite of three established fans.
Kaminey gets released on 14th.
Venge likes me more than Drow

What if I don't want to know ?

What would I do ?

Eat up money and time,

See a lot of tyndall effect

in crowded, dark halls.

Wait for the buffering to end,

Wait for Drow to frost,

Wait to feel the legs,

fill my tummy with stolen prizes,

laugh at others,

woo aunties in malls,

mock the retarded,

see myself in the mirror,

and shout at the one behind.