I stubbed my cigarette,
Naked I walk.
On a broken trail,
In the noise of a monologue.
Truth is a product,
I bought 'it' on discount.
Applauding myself in soliloquy,
On the bargain so profound.
25% thrashed, for world so corrupt,
15% more for shredding peer's trust.
10% lost in commercialisation wave,
15% goes to how we behave.
2% is the surcharge,
For making life unbelievingly large.
Go, add your reasons for heavier rebate,
No one cares about truth, of late.
Wait! I found what's bothering me inside,
Killing me for buying stale lot.
Wiser men stayed away,
What I grabbed, no one ever bought.
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