And all the blemishes
went up in a puff of smoke
And all the desires
with chimney soot did choke

And all the latent flesh
ran in my veins around 
And all those fun-filled Flemish
did look at me spell bound
I’m not a chatty chipmunk
I’m not a chinese owl
I’m not a fat birdie
I’m no better than a ghoul”

They grapple for a look
as if its all pantomime
They push down little nuggets 
they think I’ll eat grime?

They stare at me for long
as if I’m a circus clown
They stare even longer
till the sun goes down

I’m not a spotted lion
I’m not an egyptian fowl
I’m not a white tiger
I’m no better than a ghoul”

Yet they tease and wink at me 
like I’m the biggest joke on earth
and call me such cute names
that even in gibberish sound absurd

And when they don’t veer off
I jump and scream at length
But they think i’m cartoon network
even when i’m at my wit’s end

‘I’m not a waltzing weasel ,
I’m not even a horn bill;
But a rabbit behind bars, 
courtesy you human devils.”
-Akanksha Gupta

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