Calendar's days are numbered The pun words that they spit out; Are the snake's expectorate. At first I thought that this place is a perfect picturesque of heaven; But no, as time pass by, It slowly become a hell with full of fluorescent lightning. As I hear those very loud noise of denigration; I can't help but to question my own reputation. I didn't came here for them to belittle with; I came here to seek a good hereafter. I didn't came here just for them to discriminate; Why not say those euphemism in my face? A backward poet always write rearward. Greeted by those bonhomous smile; But I never thought there is a thick vizard they wear. Really Sherlock? No! you are very clever! How am I suppose to devote them; If their will is a dead give away? I thought I can make some musketeer here; But no, I was wrong. Champagne for my real friends, and; Real pain for my sham friends!
Genuine, unnecessary and random thoughts and untold story of a random girl who lives in a random world; thoughts that turned into words.