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Jan 2019
NEW AGE

Strange men, strange days.
Lack hearts, killed gays.
E-sports, E-all.
New Earth, new fall.

Billion lives, no life.
No love, has wife.
No time, online.
All dirt, shoe shine.

Not deaf, Headphones.
New love, Cellphones.
Gets high, vapors.
Comes down, Rapers.

Parties, Congress.
Politics, Disgrace.
A poem, not rap.
Feel it, no crap.
Written by
Arpan Bhattacharjee
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