misplaced aesthetic

Poetic Justice, once again a misplaced aesthetic
hard hitting realism, crumble so soon to bits
self reinforced belief, a dear delusion
frenzied race to nowhere, you me and every fucking one.

O Asad

Me my companion, they say lonely,
It’s the very anvil of poetic if only
Deep dent me, o Asad, it’s you to blame
Let this half baked soul put to the flame