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Poetry

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Hey, I’m not going to wish you Happy Somebody’s Day, Because my wishing is as much a trifle As your definition by genitalia; Because you choose to be my cravings in bizarre ways — Ungodly sounds, when I want to break away, Holy scriptures when I’m cast away, Unrest of my beginnings, And the cozy couch when I’m done. The relish of my food when I’m hungry, Trash bin, when I’m overfed; The wittiest chatter when I’m bored, Silence between my distant realities — dreams, I mean; Weight of the trophy when I win, And the Wings of agony when I lose. Because you choose to be my existence in bizarre ways — Passport, Social Security Number, Aadhar, Job, Money, And all that raise the worth Of my definition by genitalia, All that make me a Bird; Hamlet of my decisions, Arjuna of my dilemmas, The Joker of my failings,…