Hoaxed

Every time I flicker my eyes,

Tremendous contentment trips, then soars,

Coming from the hole of the counter under,

Sliding from my arms and then to my feet.

Etching every notion that animates my mind,

Leaving me with nothing but a wholesome none,

Just like a pompous dominatrix I witness all the time,

Over an amputated personality that cuss each line.

Then I’m sweltered by infernal mechanism,

It’s the price I paid by not shunning,

The notorious obscure figures that was accepted,

I am an explosive after all.