I edict the Lunar New Year doesn’t have any horses!
The moon can croon, but it and its minions are not my bosses!
The moon is no mother, but like a vamp sticking out of Allah’s tongue
My real Mother is dignity; the moon gives me cramps!
The Lunar New Year, is no ignition for my lamps
Chinese astrology doesn’t make up my biology
Horus was never indigenous to Egypt’s land of Cancer
I have carved my own Zodiac and the histology of the expansive universe
Prakash Saint Paul can’t make or break my anatomical astronomy
He must simply submit to his insignificance; be no morphing shadow!
I have the cut-outs of all I love in my heart
It is Prakash Saint Paul’s mean disposition that seems to want to mete out their dispensations
I warn him that I too can create the tempest among his brothers and sisters and their families
He can’t keep changing the order of my realities to suit his convenience and seek his selfish lease of life!
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