Just.

Intensely melodramatic mindgames coupled with livid and liberal expectations,
Colourful kaleidoscopic images caught in a spidery web of frustrations.
Bland, wilting lilacs on a dusty 'n quaint, old windowsill,
A warm, repugnant, turpentine morning with poetic prowess at a nil.
Eleven zombies scratching their crotches with lots os vaseline and crores at stake,
Cutting-edge gizmos 'n cute lil' pen-drives plus lots of moolah left to rake.
A subserviant blow to the poverty line and a serious threat to humanity,
Random 'n disconnected discussions in mind, a faltering grip on the reigns of sanity.