CHARACTER

I check the contents of my character, I tap my thoughts like a typewriter, I shock the regrets that shoot sinister, I pop the puppets that piss my platter. I stick to signets that help me slaughter, This trick of trinkets that ‘s in my toaster, I pluck the pellets that pinned my perimeter, They flick my facets and filed in mental fetter. I grip the test that's in this crater, I strip the pelt that bind this fester, I seek and melt the find in this pester, I leak in a sheet the hind of my character. ---------------------------NIKHIL PILLAI