DEATH OF HOPE

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I am the cause of agony,
I am the poet of pain
I am the writer of  revolution
Even in rains, with all great pains
I am accustomed to believe that this is my virtue
I might have committed many vices that I don't doubt
But with my pen in my hand, I pray on the paper, where my pen- stand- stand .
I borrow some faith from my foes
And I preserve some failure for myself
I feast on it with each passing day, 
To remind me of how much of a human I am
And how much of a narcissist I become.

With every trial I bore and every temptation I pass, 
I become more human, I become more of woman, 
I love the lover of agony
I am the master of melancholy
I am the author of apocalypse
I write to cope, I write to remind the generation of god,
That I am grateful to be alive, in this day and age,
Where nations perish, and wars are cherished
Men are shot, children starve, women are raped,
And peace is a hope
A hope of agony, a hope of bondage, a hope of utopia. 

So they hope to die and commit suicide,
Death becomes a wish and living becomes a terror. 

We live in the times where peace tremors on the tongue of the leaders of all good cause, 
But warfare is the dictum
Conflict is the anthem
And disputes are so common
So I write to cope, so I write and hope
Hope for the peace of all ,

but the death of hope becomes the prophecy . 

Hope burns itself on the hearth of hate, 

Anathema is praised, fraternity dies, 

where hope sets itself fire on the funeral pyre. 

The death of hope, becomes the death of all, 

Humanity dies and apathy forelives. 

I always wanted to be the poet of hope, 

But hostility turned me into the poet of despair. 

The death of hope, becomes the death of all, 

The death of poet, commences the demise of a civilization. 

Leeza 

THE BRACELET OF CURSE

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Here we go again , in circles and in chains,
“The quiet apathy of still water comes un-basking me so I can wash my face,
I don`t want to , but whenever I look at it ,
it make me feel disgusted in ways I never imagined
I never hated something that much
I think I have moved on from your love ,
But how could I move on from your curse of not caring, ever enough ?

The bracelet hides it , it disguises and lives the past anguishes of us ,
I shouted on you , I hated you for not listening to me for once , twice and thrice ,
I admired your kindness , but heavens , your irresponsibility was exhausting,
Your timidness was tiring , but I still tried ,and I cried
I wore your negligence like a necklace and showed it to all my friends and foes ,
Whenever I look back at that bracelet , it stare at me with your slack,
Trust me , I am oblivious too , but to be like you , would make me go  mad in a day or two,
And you know what , I know now , you are not kind or considerate or anything you implied,
You were a slack , an expendable cause that should be wasted like a bottle of water with crack.

The chains and the bracelets , the anklets and the anguishes ,
Make me wonder , that why I don`t wonder , after loosing you ,even after a day ?
The oscitance of your calm, taught me patience , gave me power , but no alarm
And then I stopped pleading , and said , go away , please don`t stay , never come back ,
You are unregarded in your regardlessness , that I got worn out , day after day ,
My loving desire for you turned a crippling nightmare ,
That what if I stayed ? I have to leave and never come back ,
So I jumped , and I never looked back , ever again.

Trust me I admired your oblivion , but god forbid , you were a “ man of unworthy vices and weak virtues”
But skepticism suited you very well ,
I really loved you once , but not for long , you drained my desire to keep you forever ,
So I let the lamp burn and I closed my window , in turn ,
you fizzled out in my memory lanes , but sometimes when I look back at my bracelet , now
the grueling dumbness I committed , I regret , like how?
that how can a heart so passionate fall for one , so indifferent and indetermined ?

but this time I had answers , visions , insights and wisdom to compile , 
so the curse broke down and acceptance became my virtue ,
the bracelet stayed and I liked it now , but I don`t wear it ,
I got weary of the idea of idles and man who appear real , but are forgettable myths ,
For man who lives in the hush between intention and act.
“The wind weeps, but you did not hear
The pulse of passion never found your veins
And I am glad , you are gone , your are not even a dust in any of my rains .

But Some people love nothing, and they call it freedom.
they drift like leaves with no river to follow.
you could have stayed , you could have cared , but you turned a blind eye to everything that loved you so,
so go wonder and wander more , live your freedom and coast along.
But who do you ever come back to home ?
A heart wrapped in frost deserves the ice cold feet of none ,
I wish you emancipation and the echo of absence that you call peace,
I hope your hollowness don`t become a hostile refuge of your self abandoned home ,
I hope you have a house to escape when the world become oblivious to your prayers and your pride ,
And I wish you never have to search me in places , where you stepped your feet on .

Here we go again , in circles and in chains,
I loved you once , but now I don`t,
The bracelet is broken and I made earrings out of it ,
They still stare back at me , but with pride of how I un loved what didn`t feel right to me, 
That I thought I would marry or yearn forever ,

All the ties that I severed. 
And one day they whispered to me in my ears,
What a commendable feat, how you wear your past like a badge of honor ,
Love is a fleeting horror and I committed it for a while ,
But love when lost , is not equivalent to a lost life ,
Clean your burns and tape your cuts,
Find fondness to your being and your heavenly worth
I kept myself like an oath , a prayer and a poem , dearest to my heart,
I had faith in myself and god helped me to cross the rivers that ache ,
I became my god and the melancholy melted away .

Here we go again , in circles and in chains,
where I no more traded my authenticity for applause ,
love could wait , but I coud no longer abandon myself  to be chosen 

so I swore my sincerity to myself 

where-ever I smell disrespect , all my allegiances are frozen.

Leeza 

PATRIOTISM TO PERISH

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The rich become richer and the poor perish,
The rich would reign , while the marginalised would moulder
You call this a nation, but treat it like a religion
where money is your God and corruption is the faith,
Consumption is your prayer and you are not grateful about the food you have on your plate,
The rich rise , while the plethora of Destitute demolish, everyday
Houses are burnt, temples are made, you call this a nation, your nation is a disgrace,
Let the rich prosper and the poor decay, is the dictum of this day and age.
You call this a country, when loyalty to the government is the only patriotism you practice to sustain,
Oh my Lord, for heaven, tell me this is a dream, or a nightmare instead,
Wake me up when the masses have food on their table and you have empathy in your heart,

Wake me up me , when the government runs the nation , not the industrialists churn the sweat out us
Wake me up, when the needy have a nest to sleep in and books to learn
And If i am living in reality, let me sleep forever,
Let me die, put me in the grave, put me in a casket of collapses my nationalism went through
When I hated the government and loved my fellow indians.

If I could write you a poem for every time the system disappoints you,
And make you question deeply and think critically of what patriotism is ,
I would, write till my very last breath,
I hope you find joy in your home and nourishment when you dine
Because some of us don't,
I wish you fortune and I hope you earn well,
But never take from the deceit of misconducted flairs
Trust me, I adore this nation, but the
The propaganda people fall for is exhausting, for God's sake
Where the affluent has abundant and the pauper weeps for the little,
You call this a nation, and you love migration,
Trust me the civilisations built on capitalism would falter on the eve of apathy ,
When this would start happening to your posterity
You admire wealthy, only when you are one of them
You love exploitation, only when you are not exploited
You love investment, only when you make a profit out of it
The father buys, the son builds, the grandchild sells, and his son begs
There are no rags to riches
There are rags to rags
One class would always hate the other
And you call this a nation, when you prosper to perish sometimes  even in the same generation.

I love God, but I don't love religion,
I love this nation, but I don't pay allegiance to your government's  indoctrination
The creation of wealth of one generation is always cremated by the third ,
You make wealth and then you despise it,
when you lose some  or when someone else makes it ,
I admire your passion for wealth creation but laissez-faire is only fair to the fairly well off

I love this nation, but I don't love the social disparity
Income inequality makes us empty,
When we don't address the causes of why we are who we are,
We often fall into the trap of believing things as we see them
Let inequality sleep forever in the tomb to decay
Wake me up when my India is a heavenly place,
Wake me up where money is not a differentiator but a means to all sources
Wake me up where Indians wear integrity as a badge of honor and corruption has eloped,
Wake me up where an Egalitarian society is no more a hope
And if I am living amidst the mourning souls of the wretched,
Let me die and perform my very last honors to feed the starved and pray.

Leeza 

POETESS OF PRAYERS

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POETESS OF PRAYERS(click this to listen this on YouTube) 

The apathy of insane is the curse of all the unwanted remains. 

What goes , comes back , but with no appeal , 

Cast the remains , flame the names of all loners and the left ,

Make a list and never look at it , crumble it undaintingly. 

I am not the poet who write about apathies or comebacks of centuries

I write about the process of overcoming history with hurts and deadly cuts , 

This is the grave that I built for them and here I bury myself instead,
The point of it is incessant to the being and a nonsense to a bond left,
Crave the tomorrow's and day afters, not the yesterday's or erstwhiles. 
You would be drenched in disappointment and pain would house it's way to drain you, to tame you, 
Grief is a phenomenon but grieving is a disease, 
Past is a spectacle but history is where time freeze,
Mourn the death of the soul, but mourning the living is Obscurity
Experience is a great teacher but breathing nostalgia is a deprivity. 

If the formula for fiasco is fatality, I am the mother of all sad memories, 
But I don't want to be the author of apathy or the creator of curse, 
I want to write about the memoirs of my birth
I don't want to assemble the antique of insanity and insanes, 
I don't want to write about the wreckage of my rage
I can no more survive in the solitude of my regrets
I don't want to be the writer of war or the writer of vain. 

I want to write about the greats , or their fates, 

I don't want to the poet of pent up rage, 

Or the author of absurdity, 

Let me be the author of angels . 

If the divine need a bed to rest in peace or in glory, 

I can be the one to protector of their faiths

I don't want be the author of adversity 

I want to be author of adventures that engage

This is the life of Expendables and I am the cage 

I write to run free, I write to find emancipation in this day and age, 

I write to built liberty in homesteads. 

There are no "where and abouts " , 

There are no dos when you doubt, 

There are no vices in vows, 

This is the chess board and you have to play, 

Running is not an alternative, ruining makes my day 

I don't want to be the muse of mournings

I want to mirror the spectacle of springs,

 love is a foreplay, Sex is a stage and romance is all before marriage. 

I don't want be the lady of letters, 

I want to be lady of languages 

And in those I would write about the hearts I decayed and in the hells I stayed. 

I won't be the poet of ordinary, 

Because I am the poetess of prayers even in plays. 

Leeza 

PLANTING FLOWERS IN FLEETING MOMENTS

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1) I would steal moments from my existence and I would call it a life lived through. 

2) You are here to devour the silences of your composed self to lose yourself a little day by day.

 Some would enjoy it and some would ache for their lost self, but It would all wither away . 

3) Silence is the virtue of greats and is experienced by the unaffected. 

4) The chaos within yourself should make you wiser not restless, 

The peace within you should make your life worth living not monotonous. 

The depths of life come at both chaos and peace, 

When one comes at a time and learns and yearns for their gone youth but preserve it in ways before he dies.

Leeza 

CHEMISTRY

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You breed some chemicals in my brain

That I cannot explain

You were the pilot of my poetries

When you never knew I existes

Sex is the cause, sex is a curse

I know my verse, you were the worst

This is my chance, to write and demand 

I am your prisoner, on your remand

We don't share love, we don't share lust, 

We share seizures of our paintbrush, we share the chemistry where ships always sunk

We are destined to fail, because we are so good in each other Brains. 

Brew me like coffee , drink me like liqour, I can cure your fantasy

This chemistry is to die for, but not to longlast 

I cannot explain, I go insane 

You were the driver of my drugged verses 

And now you know I exist 

Love is the cause, love is a curse

I knew you first, you were the drug

This is my last chance, to write and demand 

I am your prisoner, on your remand. 

Set me free, but don't please

You are the narcotics of my delinquencies

Share this curse, share this verse, 

Your touch is the antidote when I go nuts, 

though it hurts

Hurts so deeep to say

We don't share love, we don't share lust, 

We share seizures of our paintbrush, we share the chemistry where ships always sunk

We are destined to fail, because we are so good in each other Brains. 

Brew me like coffee , drink me like liqour, I can cure your fantasy

This chemistry is to die for, but not to longlast 

I cannot explain, I go insane 

You breed some chemicals in my brain

When anyone else do the same to me I remain unsatisfied. 

Leeza 

FOOL ME ONCE, FOOL ME TWICE

Lyrics

You can be the one that I like in these times
Even when we don’t oblige to divine
Looks like a dream, Feels like a crime
Kill me if I love you, Sue me if I don’t even try

Fool me once, fool me twice and then turn me so wise
In the lake, near the states, fated to die
Keep my highs low, You are the one in July
Turn me rainbow, color my white skies

You can be the one that I Condone in my vice
Even when we don’t love just to lie
Looks like Mirage, feels like dopamine
Kill me if I love you, Sue me if I don’t even try

Fool me once, fool me twice and then turn me so wise
In the lake, near the states, fated to die
Keep my highs low, You are the one on my thighs
Turn me rainbow, color my blue skies

Fool me once, fool me twice and then turn me so wise
This is already done ,Then why we keep on trying
This is a cult this is a matter of times
Keep my highs low, We both are passing by
Turn me rainbow,  , color my Melanchony dry
Keep my highs low, fasten me so I can fly
Turn me rainbow, Touch me till I satisfy
Turn my highs low this, love is too crucify

Turn me rainbow,  , color my Melancholy dry
Keep my highs low, fasten me so I can fly
Turn me rainbow, Touch me till I satisfy
Turn my highs low this, love is too crucify

THE GENIUS OF THIS GENERATION

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THE GENIUS OF THIS GENERATION

Prelude- Cancel me out , curse my vows,

 the death of me , would be the birth of you,

So let me die peacefully

[the poet whispers]

This is not a Shakespeare`s play , you don`t die and I don`t live ,

We both can survive this indictment , be my lion [reader`s cry]

I need to breed you , to give birth to you , 

My exodus is the behest of your being ,

The death of the writer , is the birth of her progenitor ,

The birth of a reader would be on the pyre of where we all die. 

Set the grave , set the hearth , set the long broken curse , 

When the genius of your generation is no more alive ,

Don`t read obituaries , or visit purgatories 

But write her the most stupefying satires of the centuries .

Hear her clap, from the hell or heavens of her afterdeath library 

And if you hear none , keep writing till you hear one , 

And subdue yourself the same fate , the way she did , 

Because this is the nemesis of your esteemed rage.

Be a martyr on your Magnum opus , as it blazes

cremation is the cause of you creating the momentary work of your day and age ,

you may die , but would never rest in peace ,

As you are predestined to trail on the “Entrance of your inferno” , as all your forefathers did 

When they Succeeded writing according to their Day and age , 

You are the child of their pen sword , they are Nurturers of your sickened state

Now pass the generational curse ,become the nefarious forefather of the Literary chase ,

Let them bear their Perdition , As they Perform the last honors of your heritage.

The demise of you would be the Genesis of Another geniuses

Hand over the keys ,the kingdom of sorrow is for them to guard

What a life To finally offset the Genius of your sage ,

Death like this , should be Encountered again and again 

The Transcendence Of writer and the incarnation of reader is the Work of genius ,

That even Geniuses -- Can`t recreate .

Leeza

INFERNOES

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"Scared of getting hurt again

I push people away ,

before they abstain me

But with you..uuuuu

I want to break down these walls"

"I've been burnt before

Took chances that ended in smoke

So I build these walls, brick by brick 

To keep the pain out, I scream and doubt 

Until you came  way along..."alonggggg

But you    Youuuu

see right through my defenses

And I'm terrified if this will ever end like this 

I've never felt this way before

This raw, this open and exposed

I'm begging you with every word..." 

You have broken by sword,

you have cursed me to change. 

I love what ever it takes,

I am putting all my stakes,  

touch me, touch me 

where they burnt me awake, awake 

I have taken all the chances and broken all my defenses.

You know what I just know, 

love was the cord that I used to stay, 

but with you, it is a feeling, 

fleeting like honey, cherished when naked.

Let me savour your lips,

that tastes like I am in space ships.

With you, I can be the one I am

There is no doubt , my sword is broken instead 

No highs and lows, you be my friend and my foe

Ohh nooooo

This is the love that I lacked

Ohhhhh

You are the cascade , I am blessed

Oh noooo, stay here, be my best friend, 

Show me the heaven and hell

Ohhh no

Show me the skies and waves

Ohhh noooo, Infernoes

This is the game of a chance

I was so fated to found, found you in my infernoes.

Go SLOWWWW

Leeza 

THE HEARTH OF HITLER

1) Oh my god! Hitler was my best friend the day I accepted propaganda  rather than fact checking the information.

2) Hitler resides within each of us when we choose hate over love and judgement over empathy.

3) The basis of Nazism is for sure racism and intolerance for humanity .

 

4) The curse of Hitler is that he might have died but his ideas live long inside the heads of people who practice anathema on day to day basis.

5) If I were Hitler's wife, I would have shot him whilst sleeping or shot myself dead .

6) The reward of trying to end xenophobia is ultimate death in most nations.

7) Germany became the fore-bearer of God knows what!

Leeza 

FAILURES IN FALL

1) Growth will only cost you people who are holding you back

2) Everyday in the morning I shower and rinse myself like I am cleaning a wound before covering it
And at night I come back to it, to soak my pain under the blanket mourning the death of my beloved, like an aching soul.

 

3) We are not the same, I remember you and I remember what you did to me but I never look you up
While you reach out to me even before missing how I used to smell.
You do it for loneliness , you want company,
Though I get you, I would only get tragedy written in my fate with you

4) Never look back at the people who don't walk the talk , shun them! Severe the ties! Or they would ruin you like they have ruined themselves.

MASTER OF APOCALYPSE (HITLER)

1) Oblivious to the oblivion 

2) Nazism is the extreme form of fascism or racism. 

3) Fascism - conform or else, die. 

4) Hitler was the Victim of equality as his fellow aryans were.

5) Semitism was the Moribund in the state of Nazi and antisemitism occupies the same place in Gaza.

Leeza 

AUTUMN IS FALL

Lyrics

Autumn is here , summers are gone ,

This is not a love song or sad prose

Autumn is fall , trees are tall , love`s not here ,
And this would stay for a while , in times , of ashes and grave,
I burnt an effigy and I smile , when they all call me brave , 
Do they know what happened to me ,in  last 2023?

I like how it is and I like what it is , all lies in piles of lies ,
Virtues of depravity
I write melachony and live how I ought to live ,
But some days my blue skies turn dark grey .

Sky falls and all my friends and foes , all my pens and swords ,
Run deep at my cuts lows , oh no….oh nooo
Here we stand again , here we drown and sink in deserts of distain,
and I try to swim , but there is no water in wilderness , and I gasp until I can breathe back again.

Autumn is fall , sky is heavy , all my letters have blazed ,
And this would stay for a while , in times , of lands and mines ,
I burnt the potential and smirked at the reality , as they called me naïve ,
do they know what happened to me in 2025 ?[ I heard whispers of waves ]

I love how it is and I love what it is , all truth in true lies ,
Vices of mankind
I write symphony and I die in my diary , sometimes
But some days my blue skies turn dark greys.

As I fall prey , to the decadest of tryst in hope of array,
But in the midst all my hope turns nto despair ,
When I go back from my December to may ,
I look back to my red sky slowly turning maroon  ,
But one day when my blue sky turned dark grey
I took the paintbrush and the canvas ,
wiped my lows and darned my blows ,
Colored it white and ran across the wild ,
And when I turned home , in the evening , my white sky turned into a rainbow .

Autumn is fall , trees are tall , love`s not here ,
And this would stay for a while , in times , of ashes and grave,
I burnt an effigy and I smile , when they all call me brave , 
Do they know what happened to me ,in  last 2023?

I like how it is and I like what it is , all lies in piles of lies ,
Virtues of depravity
I write melachony and live how I ought to live ,
But some days my blue skies turn dark grey .

Sky falls and all my friends and foes , all my pens and swords ,
Run deep at my cuts lows , oh no….oh nooo
Here we stand again , here we drown and sink in deserts of distain,
and I try to swim , but there is no water in wilderness , and I gasp until I can breathe back again.

Autumn is fall , sky is heavy , all my letters have blazed ,
And this would stay for a while , in times , of lands and mines ,
I burnt the potential and smirked at the reality , as they called me naïve ,
do they know what happened to me in 2025 ?[ I heard whispers of waves ]

I love how it is and I love what it is , all truth in true lies ,
Vices of mankind
I write symphony and I die in my diary , sometimes
But some days my blue skies turn dark greys.

As I fall prey , to the decadest of tryst in hope of array,
But in the midst all my hope turns nto despair ,
When I go back from my December to may ,
I look back to my red sky slowly turning maroon  ,
But one day when my blue sky turned dark grey
I took the paintbrush and the canvas ,
wiped my lows and darned my blows ,
Colored it white and ran across the wild ,
And when I turned home , in the evening , my white sky turned into a rainbow .

And when they asked me what is your favorite colour?
I said spectrum of patience and courage to not fall , even in the fall .
Winters are here , autumn is gone
Love is the recipe of ultimate downfall.

Leeza 

WORLD HISTORY WHEN THE WORLD COLLAPSES ~(PART 2)

1)Limitless ambition without proper preparation and proper vision pre wrote the demise of Napoleon. 

2) when Germany bleeds Europe put a saucer underneath to collect their share of dole~ context of Worldwars. 

3) Coming out of the nation state of Italy was like Renaissance breeding with history to give birth to the most unconventional charisma of Classical Rome that remained mostly transquil after unification

4) The foreign influence could fork out power in a nation but if the government is mercurial to throw it every once in a while. The state of anarchy gives birth to the rule of all or rule of none.

5) Mobocracy is the mayhem of no gods , no masters that would succumb to finding liberty  in the choas.

Leeza 

MISANDRY FOR LIFE

HATE IS THE NEW LOVE , NEW LOVE NEW LOVE

(Lyrics) 

Misandry for life
Misandry Is my wife
If you would google me ,
The queen would be chronically online ,
This is no friend group , this is a cult,
take a taste and waste yourself for life ,
I might end up single  , I might end up divorced ,
but you won`t find me married ever,
I am only committed to my abdsurdist infashion
They call themselves a functional absurdist , but here I am standing right here ,
They won`t look at me , as I am a dysfunctional one ,
They offered me drugs but never a hug , and this is my life ,
We party hard and then we cry a lot ,
We weep and then we call each other insomianic ,
And we are so back at it 

Misogyny is their cowboy ,
Misogyny would always be a boy,
A men practices equality , but a diva is misandrist and this is the game of luck and complete apathy
To love me , you should love humanity ,
This is no friend group , this is a cult,
take a taste and waste yourself for life ,
I might end up single  , I might end up divorced ,
but you won`t find me married ever.

HATE IS THE NEW LOVE , NEW LOVE NEW LOVE
Misandry for life
Misandry Is my wife
If you would google me ,
The queen would be chronically online ,
They offered me drugs but never a hug , and this is my life ,
We party hard and then we cry a lot ,
We weep and then we call each other insomianic ,
And we are so back at it .
HATE IS THE NEW LOVE , NEW LOVE NEW LOVE 

Misandry for life
Misandry Is my wife
Misogyny is their cowboy ,
Misogyny would always be a mistress

OUTLIER

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OUTLIER AN OUTLIER

(Lyrics) 

Turn me over so we can do it again and again, until we both scream
Make a fool of myself and let me make a god of you , as I always do ,
This is the timing , we are so fated to be unfortunate ,
Retrograde , we are in a loveaffair  in the times of war and chase .

Kiss me on my cheeks , chew the gum till I bleed,
The death notes are dead now , the rust is on our face,
I like when you call, you like me silent ,
I know the one who gets first dethroned , would be more violent .

The virtues are packed now , the vices are wrecked ,
Certain are the times , when unconsciousness is theft,
I make the notes high , and you whisper underneath ,
We don`t make love anymore , we just cut each other to bleed.

This is what they call love now , this is unity ,
I sleep like I am drug now , my leisure is too sweet,
If my songs sound bad , listen to the new albums of 21st century on repeat,
If it still sounds the same , the sinner is bigger than the saint insipidly .
I don`t make sense now , I am an outlier ,
I don`t write meanings now , I am on fire ,
I fill gaps now, I am the poetess sitting on my pyr,
America don`t write laws anymore , the country is on gunfire , SATIRE .

Leeza 

I AM SICK MAN OF THE MUSIC INDUSTRY (~LIFE OF A SHOWGIRL)

The poem is a satire on the hate Taylor Swift new album(The life of the Showgirl) is getting as Swift's reaction to it. The writer mostly agrees with the Lyrical disapproval of the album but find the album catchy so she herself picked up her sword pen to to write a poem about it. 

I AM THE SICK MAN OF THIS MUSIC INDUSTRY

I was sitting on the tongue of his mistress,
Charisma shaped our fantasy , like cookie cream
We are so loud , but we are broken creatively,
I love you , but I love my pen-sword more .

Let me write a song , that hit them on their head ,
Let the words fall and the rhythm take over it ,
I did good, but I could do better, I did it quick like I would loose both of us, forever
Make love to me , but don`t love me , till I write a good song lyrically .

Maybe I deserve the hate , or maybe not?
I can make another album or maybe I don`t ,
Leave me , don`t but , kill me , but not till I write a song well made for US.
The life of the showgirl , fooled them too , because I was not wretched , I was just happily underneath you ,
SO BLUE , SO LYRICALLY BLUE , let me write , let me churn , let me thwart , the tempo of the Real taylor , in you too.

You are so good to me , so I wrote so badly ,
WHY DID YOU CHOSE TO LOVE ME ?
When an artist should be left on the eclipse waiting for the intimacy of ignition,
So I dusted my pen, but my ink was trammed , so I threw it away,
I kept your locket instead, they all are taylor swift fans , but not when she bails .

They might shoot her when she write mediocrely ,
CAN SHE PLEASE WRITE ABOUT OUR PAINS ?
I mean when swift bleeds , let us put a saucer underneath her ,
to collect our share of dole and drink the holy genius of this 21 century MARK TWAINS .

I am on my knees again , let me do this again , do you like it better now?
Don`t you , I am so good at this , but I failed , you liked that one , OH MY GOD! (Taylor says) 
I am the Sick man of this MUSIC INDUSTRY,
AS WHEN I DROWN , it drowns , WHEN I SNEEZE , every one catches cold ultimately .

Turn me upside down and see if any potential is left within me ,
OR AM I pesky failure AT MY GAME ?
I AM ADULATING THE anathema NOW ,
YOU WOULD KILL IT TO BE ME ? BUT WON`T BE. Don't you all agree? 

MID LIFE CRISES IS HITTING HER , SHE IS SO DONE , SHE IS OVER NOW ,
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark, they say ,
Decadence of doing nothing is here , SHE IS JUST leapfrogging THE LYRICAL horrors of her age, 
The record should be sat on fire for how this is not so good.

But there are Miles to go before I sleep ,
Goldilocks situation have never been my fate ,
2025 and my songs still hit the highway headlights and all my albums still ; get antagonized ,
Because I am here to last forever , even after I DIE , or I don`t otherwise? 

Leeza