DOWN THE DRAIN

Little feet of clay

Walking down the street

Leap in Happiness

And land in 40-feet

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Its long, narrow and dark

One-way entry and exit

So unless a godsend miracle

Its a sure-shot way to death

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But not the way to die

Sing the dumb activists

And not the time to die

Crow the hungry journalists

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But who is there to hear

The government’s busy lazin’

Even though all ears

It don’t wan’t no listenin’

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Its a bloody joke on life

That life is a bloody joke

Oh, every now and then

There is a flailing bloke

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Fallen in stinkin’ pits

Cursed with eternal sleep

Inside all is calm

While outside terror reeks.

–  Akanksha Gupta