Those trendy jeans with adorned holes?
Or torn rags that embellish the kitchen chores?
That arrogant corn which reluctantly pops?
Or the heroic efforts that shot him to the top?
Those orotund adjectives which nobody reads?
Or the bland creation without those beads?
That ugly stare from the adjacent creep?
Or an unspoken desire of a weird sheep?
Those revengeful eyes that refuse to close?
Or the pangs of grief that withered up the rose?
That lady who lost her honor in yet another heinous act?
Or another gimmick with a calculated tact?
Judgement is the need!
No one’s certain
Which way it should be.
‘Cause the light
It mostly accentuates one way.
While the other one
Like a mean shadow,
Thinks of itself as a
Self righteous day.