Guilty – K.B

Guilty

 

 

Guilty, I face charges.

Guilty of running
Through the night
To bang boum
Ba da bang

Guilty
For not showing up
To my final exam

Guilty of shaving
My dick before
Marriage

Coz I got a taste
Of what some women
Like

Guilty of leaving all jobs
To dream and smoke
Pot ( why not ? )

Guilty of being
A failed citizen

Guilty of not
Contributing
Financially

Guilty of
So many things,

Of deceiving
My parents
About my true
Intentions

Coz happiness
Always remains
Unspoken

Guilty
Of not showing
A white hand
To society

Guilty of being
Myself with
Some make up
In the eyes
Of others

Guilty of being
Alive

After that consumerism
Told me what to think

After that school
Conditioned me
To be a sheep

Guilty of being
Myself
In their eyes

Guilty of breaking
Down barriers

Of digging for the true
Stuff

Guilty of being
A worm clad in gold

Yeah fire thief’s here
To rekindle your little
Fame with the one
He stole

Call him a thief
Or a savior

Who knows in the end
What good and what bad
Was done ?

Therefore in the fog
Call me
I’ll appear like a ghost
Full of lines
Hanging to trees
Like lichen
And getting
Eaten
By peaceful
Deers..

 

 
K.B

 
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