Poetry

1. RATHER THAN FEELING DEPRESSED
I would rather unflinchingly embrace the corpses of staggering defeat; than
worthlessly entangling myself in the webs of sordid corruption and feeling severely
depressed,
I would rather hang myself bizarrely upside down without the most inconspicuous of
regret; than being luridly lured by spurious politicians all the time and feeling
torturously depressed,
I would rather mercilessly annihilate every chord of my intricate throat with a blazing
smile; than being maneuvered like a pompous puppet by the chains of the turgidly
conventional society and feeling flagrantly depressed,
I would rather plummet wide-eyed from the epitome of the towering mountain; than
being abusively molested by the sanctimoniously rich and feeling invidiously
depressed,
I would rather parade bare skinned amidst the pack of hedonistically menacing tigers;
than being baselessly pulverized by the dungeons of feckless unemployment
and feeling nonchalantly depressed,
I would rather uninhibitedly scream the very last iota of voice in my throat towards
blue sky; than being transcended by the rules of emaciating monotony and feeling
treacherously depressed,
I would rather fearlessly transgress on a blanket of truculently acrimonious thorns;
than being drawn into the aisles of unbearably prejudiced greed and feeling
horrendously depressed,
I would rather patriotically behead myself in a pool of fragrantly crimson blood; than
surrendering to the traitors of my sacrosanct motherland and feeling barbarically
depressed,
I would rather proudly digest a meal of threadbare mud and lackadaisical stone; than
feasting at the cost of my comrades in tumultuous grief and feeling sodomizingly
depressed,
I would rather altruistically thrash every cranny of my brain till it indiscriminately
bled; than targeting my own comrade’s scalp for parsimonious wads of debasing
money and feeling pugnaciously depressed,

2. I would rather tirelessly walk on the road towards my eternally triumphant freedom;
than being ghastily incarcerated by the devastating clouds of perniciously debilitating
solitude and feeling cold-bloodedly depressed,
I would rather unabashedly proclaim my love to even the most infinitesimal quarter
of this colossal Universe; than drowning in the insipid ponds of betrayal and feeling
tyrannically depressed,
I would rather timidly pulverize myself into diminutive bits of meaningless ash; than
diabolically overpowering the symbiotic empathy of ever holistic organism and
feeling lugubriously depressed,
I would rather honorably exonerate apart even the most mercurial vein of mine; than
fiendishly propagating the strings of raunchy terror in synergistically existing tribes
and feeling doggedly depressed,
I would rather gloriously jump from the high flying aircraft without a single parachute
on my impoverished demeanor; than gregariously blending with the traumatizing
hijackers and feeling horribly depressed,
I would rather exuberantly immolate my body in flames in my quest for everlasting
truth; than being lasciviously enticed by graveyards of abhorrent manipulation and
feeling remorsefully depressed,
I would rather deliberately blind my eyes with swords of scintillating righteousness;
than inevitably witnessing evil burgeoning on every quarter of earth just because
people wanted it to and feeling haplessly depressed,
I would rather intransigently listen to the voices of my immortally throbbing heart;
than being made a worthless object of transient ridicule; by every fraternity of the
disastrously penalizing society and feeling stupidly depressed,
O! Yes; I would rather intrepidly abrogate breath this very instant from my lungs;
than living life like a livid insect; horrifically crippled by the feet of malevolent power
and feeling zanily depressed.