Tis not Funny.

Disclaimer : The article has got nothing to do with "reality" and is
a result of shear boredom.
Its a fictional or seemingly fictional work created before bed-time and the blog writer does not own up to to any unexpected consequence.
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While walking down an empty street,
I slipped and fell, thud! on my face.
Tis was only a banana skin saga,
and you were an audience to it.

You laughed your arse off,
when my arse was healing.
it aint a humor machine,
from which the laughter gas is leaking.

Stop pulling my leg now,
coz ive grown tall,
enough to be a ladder,
for you to climb and rise.

Stop doping your goodness away,
the earth has enough hippies doing it already.
if you cant do so,
then stop smoking on my face right away.

You make me puke by your gestures
that try to grab attention and also get some.
but tis not funny,
tis only your wannabe edge
being accoladed by the same kind.

Your thoughts stop me from rhyming,
Your thoughts give me randomness
and i now feel thankless,
but i aint asking for any forgivness.

I am now afraid, afraid of your shadow,
it now seems to grim at me,
mock me to have walked along with you.

Your touch is acidic, Ive burnt enough
But you dont stop sustaining on acids.
Your company gives me creeps,
As i now percieve of humans as creeps.

Go away you knight in shining armour,
As your sheen blinds me.
I wish to see the world with a new sight
and enjoy humor nothing like the ones you've cracked away.

Tis not funny that your humor is helplessness personified,
Tis not funny that i have been laughing on them.
Tis not funny that i am now
helplessness personifide.

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©Pepper

THE POEM

Disclamer : The article has got nothing to do with "reality" and is a result of shear boredom.

Its a fictional or seemingly fictional work created before bed-time and the blog writer does not own up to to any unexpected consequence.

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The Poem

How would you feel,
when a certain wheel,
begins to reel a story.
unfolds there , a story of despair
and I its lead, the one to feel.
tis but my fate, that has learnt to go wrong,
tis now its job to make me sob,
and earn more ears to the story.

And now I begin with the play,
tis about a girl and her just another day.
stupid,crappy,shitty she
done dozen things to set herself free.
she never knew from what she wished to be free,
until she realised, pha! it sucks!
the fight is enough, I'd rather be refree.

Then came a time when she rose to wisdom,
she understood, goodness doesnt always work,
all you could do to be happy,
knock yourself off from being crappy
shut those ears and begin to yawn,
sleep before sunset, wake up before dawn.

-©Pepper

Lord save the satan

Disclaimer : The article has got nothing to do with "reality" and is a result of shear boredom.
Its a fictional or seemingly fictional work created before bed-time and the blog writer does not own up to to any unexpected consequence.
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We await for oracles to happen. They happen in disguise, you only need to blindly believe and follow. This article is solely dedicated to all those people who are believers,achievers,blah-ers etc. and majorly JOBLESS just like the blog author.
Since global recession happened every wise guy-next-door wishes to comment about it, i chose to help than comment.[ no the topic ain't diverting from oracles, i am still talking on behalf of them].
There are a few hidden reasons behind the recession.
We all despise Satan. Satan rules the hell, he rings the knell and takes our soul , he is destruction. Satan underwent major identity crisis and thus thought of showing us his true colours. To teach us a lesson on true satanness he introduced recession [ try finish reading the article before calling me anti-Christ]. When metro towns and cities were busy bribing lords, goddesses and their bosses for better incentives, Satan was busy designing a layout to save his arse.(master minds work in isolation). He saw that people on earth don't have time to breathe, eat , play or sustain humanity and thus brought in recession which resulted in financial crisis, joblessness and many other side effects.
Whether we humans accept it or not share market and related industry is a disguised version of gambling. Globally life had become so corporate, humans were left with no time for human life. They lived like zombies who are neither connected to their families nor to one's own self. He saw that his hell was loosing charm and authenticity because humans made their own lives hell. The day recession hit the global market, partial poverty, unhappiness, crappyness, hit the market and lives as well.
People were rendered jobless which gave them more time to spend with their family. Thus Satan was despised because men had to refrain from adultery and irresponsibility.
Careless spenders realised the worth of savings, hence banks also witnessed a boom period.
When financial crisis hit the market, companies resorted to various cost cutting measures. One of them was to curb black money hoarding.
When Satan gave recession fathers had to stay at home which gave them time to spend with thier children and teach them real world. When Satan bestowed recession bloody commercials stopped bugging us between the soaps. When Satan threw the spotlight on recession people took their jobs a bit more seriously.
However humans continued relying on the busy lords and goddesses to full fill their 'dreams'.
Satan sold himself to entertain a bunch of morons. He slept with Saddam in south park.
Its time humans understand the worth of Satan. The existence of a parallel phenomena. A super-power. His heart-warmth kindness.

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[Now you want to ditch the lords and worship Satan huh? Bloody!!!]
Satan gave us recession and those frigging marketing gurus got another reason to avoid giving us students money as sponsorship.
Saala Satan.
And the orcale happened.

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© Pepper

To Write And To Write

Disclaimer : The article has got nothing to do with "reality" and is a result of shear boredom.
Its a fictional or seemingly fictional work created before bed-time and the blog writer does not own up to to any unexpected consequence.
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There are times when one feels he/she has been a prodigy of Shakespeare or may be Chaucer in his/her past life and then there are times when he/she feels 'i ain't any father of literature, I'm just the red line in MSwordpad'.
Sometimes we pen down sentences that are far away from human understanding, sometimes even donkeys wrote better than us.
Such scenarios occur when human specie fail to realize the difference between the 'want' to write and the 'need' to write.
Blogs happen under similar circumstances.
Great works not only need passion but also the determination to sustain the light of passion within.
The grammar could be inappropriate, but the fluidity of thoughts shouldn't be.
To write from within and to write for the heck of it makes the difference.

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©Pepper