Morbidly Sordid Mood Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa
Morbidly Sordid Mood
It's not my fault
I am rude
I am crude
Let it be understood
My mood is not good
Dude i brood.
In a bad mood
In a morbidly sordid mood.
Don't call me
I'll call you
Don't talk to me
I'll do the talking
If you see me come at you
Get out of my way
That's all i can say
In a morbidly sordid mood.
Why should be good?
The rulers are ruthless
The taxman axing me to death
I see carnage
Streets run by mafioso
My cheeks are sagging
From turning the other
In a morbidly sordid mood
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Yes, tell us...don't hesitate...pour your sourness in our mouth...don't let us sweet talk you into a good mood...just be you and tell us your story.
I have much enjoyed this hilarious poem with a tinge morbide, I mean: the poem is bit morbide, not I. A true morbide poem in all excellence! Cher Bon Monsieur!
Yes when mood is sour it's better to be alone. Quietly calm yourself and then do good things
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/1/2025 10:37:08 PM # 1.0.0
i recognized your name and your photo, but did not read the poem. I'm just letting some members know that PH is still mostly 'horrible' these days. i know i'm not the only seasoned member who has not been able to sign in recently. Best wishes. ; (