An Ode to Dullness

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I listened to Parvathi, Premini,
Mrs. Kamala and Muller
And to the chittering of a house
That grew duller and duller.

Different, but we had egos
A room barely would hold.
But underneath inconsistency
Our hearts were of gold.

I listen as Sri Lanka leisurely
Witness its bards
And either they are all motherfucking patient
Or else they’re retards.

Just that I ain’t gonna be a hit
And got not many enemies to make.
So, let this in all poetic minds
Vengeful acceptance take.



One thought on “An Ode to Dullness

    Malinda Seneviratne said:
    October 23, 2010 at 4:26 am


    there’s bite here vihanga. bad taste. good poetry.

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