When it eerily dawns
the rooster sings his tune-
a tune sang a thousandth time,
My bed wearily beckons.
Flashes of the recent past,
zips by in a vicious haste,
while a spent mass of cells
wages a war that his face never tells -
a war built on a rueful saga -
of disastrous transitions and ethical decay.
of changes replete with sick choices.
Are they just some strange voices
or the answers to my vices?
And now as the day crawls towards dusk
I stir and wake to ask
Cigarettes for breakfast
and kisses to last.
Written by: Sony
the rooster sings his tune-
a tune sang a thousandth time,
My bed wearily beckons.
Flashes of the recent past,
zips by in a vicious haste,
while a spent mass of cells
wages a war that his face never tells -
a war built on a rueful saga -
of disastrous transitions and ethical decay.
of changes replete with sick choices.
Are they just some strange voices
or the answers to my vices?
And now as the day crawls towards dusk
I stir and wake to ask
Cigarettes for breakfast
and kisses to last.
Written by: Sony
Com'on Sony ....
ReplyDeleteDon't lie, I know you need cigars not only for beakfast ......!!!!??? :))))
Athivegam bahudhooram!
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