Born without a choice
Cursing his fate
He heard the screams next door,
Wanting to mitigate the agony
He buried his face in the pillow

Promiscuity floating in air
Ambivalent towards matrimony,
He second-guessed the sacred vows,
His only confidante
The pretty lady with the white dress
His beloved aunt,

Scapegoat of the two devils
Consoling himself every day
He witnessed his skin turn red from brown,
Nonetheless, it all vanished
When his aunt brought delicacies
And embraced him in her arms,

Without a choice
His confidante left one day
Instead arrived a new lady with the same dress,
Suddenly he heard the screams in his head
Wanting to mitigate the agony
He buried his face in the pillow