Curse, Cocoon And Purse Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

In this miserable world I have built my own home
Of dreams, princesses and boon,
Magician prince -the only inimitable buffoon,
Entertainer, verse kingdom horizon sustainer,
In the morning by the scruff the sun up-lifter,
The scary big boy does not change for better even worse
I insist, has of late left me without his curse,
I insist that you persist in building your own cocoon
A private bunker, a hide away from my
Run away kingdom of verse-even if my poem
To the point and terse
You know dear, you can not live in this world
Without its curse, your own cocoon and purse.