Correctitude
The subject of compunction
With every last sinew
For all my innoccentitude
Denials must ensue
For the theory that the dinosaurs
Had pterodactyl wings
Or all of my vituperative
Argumentive things
The feeling that I possess
Some epidermal pores
Or the reason that, there exist
These prostituted whores
And so it is, to which I now
The matter do allude
That life demands
An often much, of correctitude
In the matter of the life of me
The story goes like so
How opportune the moments were
Of narrow corridor
Arunabh Das
Copyright ©2004 Arunabh Das
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