No one is with me around to chat
I hear my neighbor locks his room
Only a roll of tissue i see
in a corner of my dusty room
and nothing but a roll of words
i see to call it a poetry for you

Since i have been writing poems
of things like computer, telephone,
pressure cooker, etc
since she left forever
since i heard she recieved a gift pack
on 14th february

When i cry, I need no hands to wipe off my tear
I just need a tissue
When I am aroused sexually, I need no cunt or a mouth
I masterbate and all i need is a tissue
to wipe off the bastard sperms
When I catch cold i need no care from a doctor
all i need is a tissue to blow my nose

and I have a thick roll of tissue.

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