"Hey, look!"
"Who's that man with plain shirt?" they asked,
Poor him,
Sitting alone,
Nobody to talk to,
"Does he has a place to go?"
"What if he has no place to go?"
The man is looking around like a prisoner,
and they all be like counting the parameter,
"What's wrong with him?"
"I think he needs an ice cream" said one of the observers,
As people trying to approach that man,
They figure out that he is not just a simple man,
He is that man,
An introverted man with no talent.
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BULLSHEETS (2024) - RANDOM THOUGHTS/POETRY
PoetryDon't hate me, I don't like you either.
