The art of complaining

I, honestly, do not have the talent
To twist
To jump upside down
To deliver
To make people wonder

I, frankly
Would ponder
upon things that hunded percently untrue
But believed
By the dumb fools

Why, why, why
How, how, how
You can smile
You can ride the talk
By enjoying the spices and seemingly perfect ingredients

Have your sense
Widen your mind
Open your eyes
You are fooled
On non-April-fool day!


dyradyana, 2011

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