Laughing Poem by Cynthia Pardede
Laughing
I laugh at her for she oft feels bored in the crowd
For she oft be ignorant
For she oft tries defining what friends are
For she oft be anaesthetized
For she oft struggles to live in gratitude
And she oft be unalive
And she is so selfish
And she is as useless as art
But I laugh at her the most for her dry sense of humour that she could still laugh
at her damnable self
in poetic ways
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