This is weird

This is weird

A Poem by Pratik Mishra

You are with me tonight 
The colors seem more bright 
An angel near my ear whispers 
"She is the one! This is so right" 
The devil pops in 
"You are high son, she ain't the one" he quips 
And after I vomit on the carpet 
After I sober up 
I realize "she" was some fat dude 
Holding a beer cup 
I was so drunk 
I felt he was the one 
Just cuz he looked at me and said 
"Wassup my homie Jason?" 

© 2019 Pratik Mishra


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Pratik Mishra
Pratik Mishra

mumbai, kalyan, India



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