My Excuse Of Leave

When the idioticity of a maniac,
sounded in my ears &
pierced through my mind;
It induced a lot of pain,
though, it is of a known kind.

These people are
ungrateful and insensitive,
Who are living on pity of God;
I can't understand why nature
is bearing these,
Who are a huge burden even
after, being an empty pod.

Maybe because they show us,
that animals are better than
humankind;
God bestowed them best eyes,
but still they are very blind.

There mind filled with filth,
there mouth filled with lies;
There works full of malice,
they like to live in disguise.

They labor to pile up pelf
till there last breath;
They try to fool themselves
until they come to death.

Now I'm feeling very fortunate,
that I like to be alone;
Rather being with these people,
who are dumber than their phone.

But it is not the whole truth
in real,
that I like to be alone;
I just like to have a
true & kind & a lively
friendzone.

No-one is really alone in this world,
always surrounded with life;
From twittering birds,
to flowing air &
fruits ready to ripe.

I'll hide in the jungle with
fairies and my few friends,
who are not as much mean;
I'll built a cottage there,
far from dunces and their junk-yard,
never wanted to be seen.

I'll held there parties and feasts
for my friends & be happy after all;
I'll be truly rich and safe,
from a world that is leading
for a fall.

By PS