Debt Perception! Poem by Leslie Xavier

Gratitude, a teen switch,
thankless, a young witch.

Miss the obvious, aye?
The measure of me,
not in words or deeds,
but the musical relevance,
from a reddened Gandhi spent,
before the recession blues
and way ahead your young loyalty shift.
Worthless now the show; Grazie!

Tears, suicide, the lies;
and incest with a crooked mind.
In darkness ye dwelled,
calling for a familiar voice.
Brother accounted from a distant coast,
forgotten debt with the sunrise east.
Spell, the elder fishy concerns;
better lost, this bitter face.