Languor

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By A_K_Villanueva
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A force that makes thy man,
Eat, sit and sleep forever---
No, nothing nor something upon,
Go up, but tis' restless fever.

A hand who strangles tis' kid,
Assignments and homeworks-Forget it.
Nobody escapes each tempt deed,
Thy bed always keeps its feat.

A whisper in thy dreamy dreams,
Keep sleeping---No time for wake.
Throw tis' bounty against jobs and whims,
Come on, take it as piece of cake!

A warmth thy anyone truly loves,
Watch tis' TV--Unlearn the duty.
Skip classes and drink on pubs,
Disregard an ambition to be deputy.

Oh, now, tell thy holy name,
Guess it--Who play tis' unholy game?

Dedicated to A_K_Villanueva

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