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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