Having A Bun On The Oven

Not a sea horse
Nor a hermaphrodite
Neither sleep around
Still I have a bun on the oven
Breaks out
All Symptoms of ailments
Writhing with pain
Still pleasure inside
Drink cold water,
Antacid and pain killer
All gone in vain
To lessen the burden
Wanted to vomit
Nothing came out
Restless like a monkey
Badly need a room
For delivery.

poem by Abdul Wahab
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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