My magic woman

Should I complain if I try in vain ....
To convince her she's got no brain....
Should I complain if I marry her again ....
Should I confess that her stinky corpse has no blood stain....

No one can imagine her vast wealth ....
Proponents and foes are willing....
To ground her and stifle her breath....
All lament her tragic death....
Yet the fake ,tantalizing hero celebrates his glory....
Should I complain if I mourn her death....
By wearing smart clothes and eating sour grapes ....
Everyone is happy to hear   the good news....
And all the dwellers around hold the same views....
Except the man who sets her loose ..,,
My magic woman is an old ***** ....
Siding with my rivals to dig my ditch............

DUCKLING
I am a fed up , indolent  teacher
Who was indoctrinated against his will .
The crust of bread   was  my  primarily creed.
Neither knowledge nor savoire faire was my aim.
I was appointed in a disgusting, infected shrine,
Feeding   and  upbringing  *****  swines .
They smell awful and carry filthy minds,
Wealth is unfair when it pours down irrespectively,
On slugs  ,  offensive and contagious termites.
Pride, self-esteem and dignity evaporate and melt  .
I find myself a lame duck, walking with a waddle.

FIRE


A ball of fire hits a wooden house,
It sets everything red and smoky.
People inside hurried out madly,
To escape the inferno behind their backs.
Striking sounds of burnt wood avail
The passersby to ask for mercy.
Nothing left behind except ashes,
Embers and iron bars hot and sleek.
The beautiful wooden house with green orchard,
Becomes a heap of scrap and burnt bushes.
The old man sat on the floor lamenting,
The loss of beloved things without counting.
FIRE is a furious ,swallowing beast
That kills without mercy.