A Shut-Up Call Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Usually there shines but nothing new
A few pieces and the same dirty dates
Rearrangement, and the routinely rush
Admission to strong absurdism or
A conversation with compromised philosophy
Scratched from every side
Like an elementary student
Assigned to exhaustive spell of life
Stumbling around the same studios
Same heavily corrupted religionists
And the same lamenting liberals
Apolitical in political prisms, and all unlively
Smelling the same bottles, and running into 'em
Rummaging the same resonances
Styled to immediacy, and enrolled to sideboards
Running rampant, and hostile to fluency
Oh God, this all should receive a shut-up call!