Sunken Ship

Oddities of men, 
How strange to note! 
Confused within own self, 
Thinking to be his own muse. 
Stubs of cigarettes, passionate love, 
Burning gleams of sexual cove. 
High profiled agony sinking beneath; 
Pompous girlfriend, like prickly wreaths.. 
Voice melting like hot chocolates, 
Corporate postures, manpower frets. 

Frowning of might, kiddish luck, 
Frustration deepens, happiness sucks. 
Money, money more money… 
Bed is more sweeter than honey.. 
Sunken ship of menly paradise.. 
In the need of Childhood to be revised.. 
Grown up men, much burden to bear… 
Hope fades, as he finds nobody near.


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