That's not my thought

 That's not my thought

Well, boom, pick, swipe

Punch, left, right, face

Ideas that are not me

Values of others

Show to reflect

Haunts of self whizzing

Elders say this that

Picking on my traipses

Laughing over dim-bulbs

Rushing of assignments

A parade of glory

Night is dreary

Cave that hides

The shine of plight

Expectations miscalculations

Hippety Bippety 

Bop they roll

Clinking on the fragile nose

Menu served

Is your usual choice

This time too?

Glory, fame, respect

Sorry, it is out of stock

As always as usual

Your gerbil wants to

Dash and run

Rolling rotating in a wheel

Whiskey level dizzy

Teetotaler I am

Should have been a drunkard

Claiming that life is ballet

When it ends with bullet

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