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Tuesday, April 25, 2006

S.O.S

my shoulders, its giving way,
i cant even walk properly, like a fragile tree i sway;
help me oh God, i cant carry on nomore,
1 by 1 things are creeping my way,
problems, issues, big, small, people, work;
i cant take it anymore, im bursting.... help me oh help me,
like a preasure cooker tick tock tick tock,
like a timebomb tick tock tick tock;
i am so small....so tiny, so puny, neglegible,
but my responsibilities so huge, immense, gigantic almost galactic.....
i'm drowning, im drowning, oh please save me.....
i've learnt to deligate and deligate......
dont want to be a renegade......
but its all coming back to me......like a hand grenade........
oh no oh no ..........
...its....
...detonated......

~fashionasia~

4 comments:

Twisted Heels said...

Ah. Nice poem :)

Is it just me or Desi korkor has been influencing his readers?

desiderata said...

twisted heels:

you like thy mentor fishtael gives Desi too much credit
one day this papuper UP at thy door to colect IT
FAshionistA has a mild case of flew
Snatched for a bottle of code-ine
But instead it was nitrates&suplur&...
The blardy thing jest blew
Now Theels, pls do da dressing
I'll see to the kettle hissing
After a minah bomb blast
Nothin' that Camomile tea won't mui-mui's wounds decast

PS: FA, art thou alright deer?
The Bomba, Ambulan & Press are all here!

Timber Rabbit said...

hmm..hey, you might wanna try Eno. worked for me. :)

Fashionasia said...

hugsss!! thanks all you lovelies...i know you care...
Its just some hurdle that I need to cross. too many things coming at once i really feel like breaking down...