The Question
These days I get a lot of questions. People just wander
around me and start asking random useless and total waste things. You finished your
studies? Doing job? Not yet? What are you doing then? Enjoying life? Is that
you say enjoy? DO you have any plans? For future? Which domain you wanna
choose? Oh! Poor! Market is down crashed. You won’t get job. Don’t you want a
job? Hurry up then. Run now.
Bloody Hell! Hold there. Hold your questions to yourself.
If anyone wants to run right now, then it’s you, fool. Run before I kick your
ass. And don’t you dare to ask me about when I am going to settle down or else
I will just tear your old body into so many pieces that even the crows will
fail to recognize you were a human.
Angry! Hell no. I am enjoying all these, kicked on my ass
with your questions without my assent. Even international criminals and
smugglers have that right but I am not. Now you time is over. The beast has
returned from the deep slumber of injury. The nights of groaning are over. Over
are the torments of being confined and suppressed.
The beast has risen befriended with monster. Yeah! ‘coz
I’m friends with the monster that’s under my
bed,
Get along with the voice inside of my head.
