Walk in the Gimp Land to cease being a Paradox

Avishek Sahu
October 9, 2016

Groaned to the licking of the sweet tongue in season
Tried to go picking off the new buds of treason
It ain’t going to flower with the shitheads in breeding
Nor will it glower at the ones I go needing
So wild though it screams at the blind men in city
Asking for the dime that I have begun to just pity
I have to just ask you for some rassam on the rocks
And not a walk in the gimp land to cease being a paradox

Bring on the ‘nation’ with the spent force defenceless
And the cow herds in tandem with the long beards all senseless
Jinxed out of money by their keepers by the Ocean
With nothing but my rhymes to start up commotion
Isn’t it all teary what with the fat fuck in hiding
Hoping for the white ass to have her all riding
With a leash round the monkey and her fingers up the ox
While I walk in the gimp land to cease being a paradox

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