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I can taste the acrid juice
That flush my insides when I muse
On the dainty damsels, 
Who sway their hips 
And pucker their lips
Whose gorgeous locks 
Knot men in flocks  

I can taste the acrid juice 
That flush my insides when I muse
On the men in power
Slithering serpents who make me cower
Their voices strong, their virtues belong
To the market place of idea
Where they strut in regalia

I can taste the acrid juice 
That flush my insides when I muse
On myself and the juice I produce 
The acrid juice of jealousy
It pours my mind with anxiety
I feel the voids, the lacks that
Make the cracks of my personality

I decide to take a dip and sip
The intoxicant called happiness
Happy for my present and 
Happy incandescent 
The acrid juice stings me no more
For I’m happiness galore!

Author : Ms. Parvathi U