Quacking

A sensible communication  
 Had got to be decisive, so long  
 Before, the unnoticed power-cut;  
 Round, after a round of loss,  
 Hopeless sponsors still raise the bet.   
 Message-like bottles  
 Are drifting along   
 Intertwined territorial waters, between  
 The microscopic inside, and   
 The telescopic outside.   
 Many migrants overestimate  
 The possibilities they consider,   
 Other than the glimpses   
 They left behind.   
 “Done up with this episode! Do you 
 Suggest another wool thread roll!?”   
 You gave me the right to bothering shoppers,
 As the kitty now you play on it, which
 I have never claimed to be, neither to
 Being an obedient child
 To a baby sitter, like you.
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By A. R. Jwailie

A son of a carpenter who inherited the craft, and had to quit the job.

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