Haha'd by Twos and Threes
Poem by Hudhaifah Siyad Mohamed What are the remnants of today’s despair? The unbearable sadness wickedly with intent, The without pivoting to the realness of in it the context. Seeming not what is envisioned to be the dispatched, Developments of self – suckling on to be the for all. What is of the uniqueness in support, Through twos and threes and anchored in untested, The appointments pivoting to the promises blanketed, Stringing all along for the satisfaction and thrill of self-boost, In riches and in ego from the to be for all. What is of the realizations from the day’s count, The rehabilitation of promises designed to lure through attention, The today in half term that we still be non-committal and undeterred, The blockbusting through town classed and egoed, For them twos and threes inked in greed. What is the word for tomorrow’s count, Ghosting through all for the non-assertion of terms following, The rejections of appointments through creeds and cultures. For this level of leverage and compensation, In brotherhood to parties different, Haha’d by two and threes, For same woes, Bad leaders. Disclaimer: This is purely for entertainment purposes, and not in any way approved to be used for any other purposes other than for the intended! Written on: 4th September 2019.
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