After my relentless scrutiny of the nondescript terms "Apologetic Qn", I've finally reached a plateau of sarcasm. Oh yes, I must be joking but I guarantee you that I am most definitely not. Readers of this blog (recent ones) must be wondering and wandering about your habitat why Mr Satire thinks that he can no longer eclipse satire zeniths at will. Well, keep wondering.
Anyway, as most of you can see (no, I'm not outrightly discriminating the visually impaired idiots), our cell group/care group (seriously though, what is the difference?) leader has returned. And he's brought back the hidden gifts of Malaysia (truly asia) and is planning to share it with us come thursday. However, the sad thing is that, I won't be present (Yes, i hear the "as usual" remark) to hop on the enlightenment bandwagon.
Anyway, I'll save you guys the time of going to my blog. Here's something I wrote (not a satire)
Hit and Run
Nimble steps on the pavement
the toddler takes a stroll
Meek depicts his movement
Man breaks the crawling cold.
Words filling up the mind
alphabets fading into sense
looking up the STOP sign
moving without any plans
temptation begins to play
the wrong becomes right
desires turning to clay
barely surviving the night
The vision starts to blur
the zebra crossing the blight
the retired tries to spur
black, white, black, white
Blindness finishes its meal
the limbs continue with fate
a deadly pain, so very real
the green light turns red.