The Laugh Of The Medusa/ A Critical Class

I began to laugh
Aloud in my consiousness
What a piece of barreness
I feel the worst
In her, near her
She can make you boring
In countable seconds
She can make you sleep
In couple of minutes.

She acts as voracious
In gender and translations
She herself forgets that
She is fit only to make sleep
Boy! you should see her smile
The bloody smile in her boring class
I assure you that
She has the ugly tastes
But its the knowledge which matters
Not her bloody smile or structure.

by abhimanyu kumar.s

Comments (2)

this poem tells what you have experienced with that woman good satiric work 10
Good work. The very descriptive.