swept by the winds,
drowned in the seas,
cursed by the Gods,
entagled in wreaths of armpit hair
lied by the truth,
betrayed by the angels,
kissed by the devil, tied up in strands of arm pit hair
torn by the world,
slapped by sins
perished becos of arm pit hair.
be glad that u have none.
rather that I have none.
none of the fearsome take-bus-cannot-grab-handlebar armpit hair