Blokes On The Row (An Original Poetry)
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Blokes On The Row ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Here they are!
Blokes on the row,
piled in rectangular forms
like "patience" gradually elapsing
Colorless smiles on the tow,
perpendicular lives
living the Siamese dreams
tipping off the chip
like crumbling biscuits
and robots without conscience,
Everyday thumping in billions
their nibbling feet
on sinking brown earth
like coordinated zombies
on an emotionless mission.
like a pile of legion,
looking like foot soldiers
without a regard for their souls
their sole unweary of wears
and unperturbed of dangers ahead.
Here they are!
Blokes on the row!
prisoners of ambitions
and modern goal-getters
their whited faces resides
everywhere like spy cameras
twitching their lenses
In three-sixty degrees
monitoring our eventful lives
with beautiful ease
Their lives; a live or die
cascading with goodness!
and suddenly, in an eyes' blink
glittering with gloom.
longevity is crude,
surcease is divine
our journey is without hue,
"for we're odourless" they said
adding no spice to the world
like half a crescent moon
In the thick of the moment!
we're more than monochrome!
and we shall rule this world
in sparks of rainbows
and we shall no more!
gather together in rows
waiting for the furious tide
to clash wickedly on us.
Here they are!
Blokes on the row'
gingered ambitions
with half a beautiful life
they're gathered,
waiting for their existence
to be snuffed out
for the essence of the greater good.
