SWIMMING IN MORONIC DREAMS

rebellion_in_sanity

One day I will spread my wings
And fly like a bird on a swing

 

Oh sush, birds don't fly on a swing 
Nor will you spread your wings
You will only swing on the swing of fate
Till you throw up and she wins

 

I didn't back out
The threat I heard so many times
Legal spark inside my illegal mind
Told me to be bold 
And I stood firm on my ground

 

Sexist are you to the core
Said the emboldened me
Why should fate be a She
Why can't she be a He?

 

Peel of merry laughter 
Unsettling to my already battered core
Made me squirm like a fox
Caught in headlights of an approaching doom
On frozen asphalt 

 

The sweet voice in a sweet tone,
Like the one wifey applies on the irate me,
Said fate so gently 
When you find something 
Which maketh life and un-maketh on its whims
Then you better realise 
That thing is a She 
Whether awake are you 
Or swimming in moronic dreams

 

  • Author: Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: October 29th, 2024 07:21
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 1
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