Once there lived a 'story' As the authors said it was 'beautiful'. Every letter shut by guards of glory Every twist and turn coiled with fetish Still security breached with a loud hush. A pervert nib stabbed the young tale Like injecting chemical on a Gini pig The fear went straight through. Bloody one neither spoke nor died Thought it might be a cynic's errand. Never dared to complain the authors It doesn't matter though. It could do only one thing Turning itself to something stronger to strive Like the million other times, 'story' grew to 'poem'. It's easier to live without fitting in Moral or vicious who cares. Everyone thinks they hunt down the gist Everything peripheral concealed to showcase. Hence the cuteness frowned Some called it coward. Others praised the courage They know wounded ironies Conceive brave rhymes. Picture source: Google