The Makeover of a Man

Hunting me down,
Feeding on my flesh.
On a solo trip I went,
Unprepared for vultures.
"The world is not that bad a place."
I thought to myself.
All my faith went down the drain.
Should I wait for justice?
Good joke.
Forgive your sins?
I am not that great.
I prefer doing a makeover for you,
Chopping off your balls,
Teaching you to grow some manhood,
Making you a man,
Injecting humanity into your veins.
Once I am done,
You are free to play the victim.
And bark,
"I want justice."

©songbriti

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