ECONOMIC RECESSION

 The comprehension goes down, 

As this ain't so complicated, 

It ain't any day about your acceptance

Or my survival. 

Its about my genuine confession, 

And your ingenuine procedure, 

That you were wrong that day,

In the lane.

I mean what is that about? 

Is our trade, stock piling in stagflation of your pace. 

I cut you off and you prefer to remember silent, 

As that is the only option left. 

Guns up, boots down, hats on, gloves on round, 

I find no peace, I find no ease. 

It looks like a type of a jealousy,

You upbeat on cracking fallacies. 

A mistake, two, three and a round, 

You are an expert at making mess,

Finding one to clean them Out , no fuss

Get it straight, get it alike, end It here. 

End it in time, end it before morning, 

End it before the next time, don't let me kiss you once more, 

Or I may again fall

At this solid, personality, trademark looks and compassionate kind. 

I got the access to your Netflix, 

The same day when you got in my pants,

Seeking breakage , through my rampage, 

I am done at this stage.

My brain need some tragedy, 

My heart want some remedy, 

My gut get nausea, 

When I ponder to pause, via

 Sometimes, I want to live inside your head, 

And contemplate, the way you do, 

So slow like a snail

Beating down the bushes, instead. 

Clash after clash, one before the next, 

Seizures after seizures, acing on my back, 

Flickering through the poems, signing on the edge, 

I might die one day, but suicide looks the best. 

Looks can fool you, but character can't, 

But what can we say about being taken for granted instead? 

Signs in my bucket list, after I broke it down,

Looking at my checklist, after I tore in now.

Pushing my boundaries, hoping something could be destined, 

But what do I get to speak? 

When I get no notifications allowed.

Insanity, isolation, intended in my precision,

Quality, cut pasted, quora , in recession, 

Vitality bend over virtue, solitude in bastion, 

Strategies, faltering on the way, look at the disflation. 

Braking down the down town light in mansion

We got postnatal PREPANDEMIC pillared concussions 

As I write a poem, metaphorically citing historical examples, 

I write another basically, using economic term inflation.