Tuesday, September 21, 2010

The carnassials and the silent lamb

Its like a jungle and full of so called better halves...

Mr. Right Mr. Wrong everyday the favorite song. They look so chummy, they talk so pseudo funny but reside at hearts of them are ghastly souls.

There ain’t no Sarcasm but their Giggle is the Killer which can fail million Gillars, The waves they form, the spasmodic sound, life totally seeming outbound.

Then there is a phase of realization rather suggestive compromisation where Lions become hyenas with collar leash.
Finally we say “set us free let us live like blokes, all we need is Beer and some Dope”.

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