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Blown Fuse


Pop, it went.

In my head,

That Day When I Learned

That the Game of Survival

Is not soft!

 

I blew a fuse

On that rainy day

Homeless and pennyless

As I realized

I had been duped

Duped by a system

(The Sine Wave...)

 

Stay away 

from the Sine

and Live

They told me,

But I chose not to

I stuck to the Sine

That old S-shaped serpent

and it ruined my shine!

 

I blew a fuse

in the city

which swallowed me

and digested my insides and outsides

Until I realised

I had turned into the shit 

of the city

 

Born and raised

To nourish the rich!

 
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