Mask

Matey with masks of a standard
You are a mass of ugliness, with mascara
I put swords to the throat in this order
Offering you neutrons so nervous
A full nelson is about my perversity
What is this premonition?
Matey with the requisites of strength
I am a superfluous nature in my words
Preparation read, my art devils in laughter
Of your eyelashes all the way
Skirmishes resolve afterwards
To be me afterwards

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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