Dark and deep in the silence gripping seamless gutters,

Rushing down with sleazy slips and topsy turvy tumbles,

Exclusive spirited sprint in full way, rather a race of hurdle,

Crossovers of a messy mash-mash of sludgy bed, a garbage jungle,

Hastily treading to crack deals of business proposals at his very disposal,

Deadened silence sprawling out of Sunday dozed chaotic vanity bundles,

Fastened his pace as if sucked in a lucrative whirlpool, with no fumbles,

Spotted finally in the last leg of his race, from drain to my kitchen,Oh ! no grumbles,

Featuring a binging crusade of all the well set cheese, peanut butter and Pringles 🙂


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