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DEBUNK
DEBUNK
Smooth sailing, I wish, I had on rough seas;
A cake walk is what I long for, in such a turbulent life;
But the twists and turns resemble a rollercoaster;
And it’s needless to say; it’s a whirlpool of life.
Neither on a metropolis nor on a shanty town, I am;
Nevertheless, the hectic schedule holds me up;
No doubt, one tiffs to say, I am in mysterious mire,
For it looks like, slipping perilously down, the quicksand.
No psychometric analysis can diagnose this debacle;
Nor any spinach can quell it to naught!
No matter, the hard-hearted jeer it aloud;
For they gulp it down like, ever-thirsty carnivores.
Thoughts that are aplenty, posses both good and ill-will;
No doubt, debugging and cleansing, need a Herculean Task;
Nevertheless, if it could be embellished to spangle,
My mind, in no time, would brag and take-off to skies.
