Wilder I may turn bellow-hurrah,
Call me uncultured rights-deprived—
The strain-burden, I identity halved,
Has turned me this strained freaky,
Can hurl ‘absurdity + scum quirky.’
I, now, like what I deserve tagged,
Heats my blood, desperately ragged.
Nay, a fakir I’m; can’t levitate yonder,
Just imbued solitude, vagrant wayfarer—
Now, this pain is my relief, a respite,
Churned out desperation intoxicated.
Denounce Me!
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