We talk gibberish, for to fun the selves,
Just in love, Just to roof the wolves,
Just to maintain the groove.
We are being impure by impunity, that we skip.
We sluggards, talk with a slick manner.
The world flicks in a hefty amount that we don't know still
We boys are like that.
We are, maybe like coconuts;
Stones on the outside,
But we flow inside.
Just we need somebody to break the crust,
And enjoy the heart, that's ending,
Until it's sipped by somebody and left hollow.
We boys are like that.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poems written for entertainment, recreation and as a means of time-pass if you want to. I also wrote it for fun, hope you too like it.
