Smarts and Freaks

the poem suggests the inner line and depth of sorrow a person goes through.

In this summer heat

Got to fix my functional seat

This ink ain't fluent

The fluid just so vacant

So dozy, so frizzy-

That lad ought to be Naezy

Music hits me like a filler

This girl's so dull, she seeks a dealer

Pressure, pressure, pressure-

It presses composure.

She just needs to meditate

Yet so fast, I feel things, they hesitate

Smartly fits like an Auror

Arrowing franchise, clearing sorrow.

Author's Note

my first post being a new member of this organization. it's an earnest request for people to give it a read .
thanks