A Hell Date
A HELL DATE
Like an order from the military junta
He swerved the steering off our route
I was surprised... not really scared
It was four days after my birthday
Where are we going?
What's happening? tell me
We are going to a Fast Food... ok, that's it
Ok, then, the General has spoken
Any word from his mouth is a decree
For we are in a military junta
Was ordered not to pick expensive menu
As I glance through the menu list
I asked what he wanted ... nothing!!! he answered
Just hurry up, I've got things to do
I could barely eat my cheap menu pick
He looks at me irritatingly...as if I am worthless
My cutleries fell off my hand severally
Must I eat this so called food
It was one hell of a date... to compensate for my birth date
Hurriedly like maid and Boss, we left the place
It all ran through my mind?
What was this for?
Did I force you to take me out on a belated date?
I felt reduced to nothing as I wish I vomit the food
I should have known better... worst off in all
I felt like a nuisance on a date
As I wish there wasn't a date in the first instance
All kinds of date I mean... birth date or hell date
AST
1.55am
15/04/2015
Conjure from a true life story
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