Surreal, oh surreal
I wonder if you have any fins?
You never meet me
Have I done any sins?
And you, you sickening Real
Always around and hopping on my back
You never cease to make me unhappy
Is there any bullshit that you lack?
One never comes
And other never goes
Oh wait! Do you guys meet
Behind my back, on your tiptoes?
Oh my God, now I get it
Disguised, were you
But always there no?
Surreal or Sir Real,
You cannot fool me anymore.
Now both of you, or one that is
Come on now, pack your beans
Take your asses out the door
I am really tired of your scenes.
Moushmi Radhanpara 
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