Left on No-Man’s Land

Avishek Sahu
November 30, 2017

Beat the gimp up and get the fountain out
Then we could sit on our haunches and have the honey spout
With fancy Crème to be peddled out loud
There isn’t much to miss to be admired and wowed
Hitch market was tough with so much to save
Nothing that had mercy, nothing of value that the cupid gave
But here came the bozo to helped keep the see-saw stable
You got a degree with perks, I got the service so able
Let’s get it on going, the time’s up, it’s time for the split
The only one to suffer, is the keeper too bad with the slit
You may be full of fruit juice, too pretty, and happy with your merry band
To know that you got played with your pills, and left on no-man’s land

Yeah the fun was two-sided, but the prospects of the cell was just mine
With either a tryst in the locked house, or a beating just below cloud nine
And a following so delusive, for a moment I thought I was a star
And not a carrier of fortune, waiting to get out of the famed car
Fortune that had your likes swooning in spite of the bozo up front
Whom you’d rather see rotting in jail house than bear to offer a grunt
But plotting isn’t the keeps of the gentry when all else leads to an impasse
Don’t worry young upstarts, this too very soon shall pass
For sandwiched isn’t he between the two groups looking for exotic meat
With their harem too upbeat, and the folks waiting to take care so neat
But you may be full of fruit juice, too pretty, and happy with your merry band
To know that you got played with your pills, and left on no-man’s land

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