When you are worthless,
you see different people, same blank faces,
...
Under our flag we solemnly swore,
To defend our country coast to shore.
...
One charming day there was a stranger,
who took his heart out for a wager.
...
I stood my ground as the wave swept over me,
watching debris and bodies flow into the sea.
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My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends — It gives a lovely light. A motto Roald Dahl lived to.)
A Lottery Ticket
When you are worthless,
you see different people, same blank faces,
they brutally brushes by you,
no bonjour, no adieu.
Fate tells me I’ll win if I look my best,
Sadly, life offers me an impossible test.
For what fate says is never true,
He’s simply messing around with silly fools.
A gentle hand picks me up,
I yell: I’m no longer paper, no longer pulp!
I feel the long dreamt caress…
She waltz as she sing: London, Rome or Paris?
Her dark eyes like those of a phantom,
Deep, mysterious, yet amazingly handsome,
Her rich brown hair soft like kitten’s fur,
My profane hand, hesitant of becoming intruder.
…
A river wells up in her eyes,
Hatred and disappointment adding to the tide,
She whispers: It’s not your fault you did not win,
Either way, I made myself cozy in the litter bin.
I comfort myself as I tried to comprehend,
If the dump has fine weather, I’ll even get a tan.
Who can I lay down the finger of blame?
My identity has brought me too much shame,
Me, for not trying hard?
She, for having a stone cold heart?
If I shall be queen,
then she shall be king,
A love song no one bothers to know,
nor sing.