Metamorphosis
Did we thwart our form?
Because we felt we understood it,
Started as square, moved to a triangle,
Then a crooked line, finally a heart,
Until the club came on,
And a spade made the show inevitable.
Amorphous substances are complex,
Shapeless, baseless, aimless,
Like a wanderer truant from expedition,
Collecting experiences everywhere,
Storing them in her handbook,
While the magic eraser removes characters,
When she is busy exploring herself.
Definite defined your life,
Disengaged me,
Zigzag a pattern for me,
A calamity for you,
A consensus had to be reached,
For the greater good of lovekind.
I checked the acidity notoriously,
Got rid of two letters, made amorous,
Abundant in bhaalobasha, piqued by handcuffs,
We made merry, you made love,
They had sex, I had fun,
You reveled; they came.
