Bags of skin and bones | poem

I am a bag made of skin and bones
Filled with pee, poo and hormones
So is that guy with headphones
Then how is he in the elite zone?

Cute girls fall for him at first sight,
Surrendering to him, at least for a night.
Leaving me alone in the moonlight,
Making me question about my plight.

Oh! It is the packing
It is all about the packing
Good packing is what am lacking
That is how he does the hacking

He is embedded with two shiny eyes
With a glowing skin to mesmerize.
Ah, nothing is on me to hypnotize,
Just an ugly face to recognise.

Yet, he is also a bag made of skin and bones
Filled with pee, poo and hormones.
So are those cute girls I adore
Then why worry about physical looks anymore?
All are bags made of skin and bones,
Filled with pee, poo and hormones.

#poem #poetry #physicalLove #love #looks #beauty

By Unni Babu

Hi, I am Unni Babu. I am an artist,programmer(game developer+web developer). In short, i am Jack of all trades,master of none :-D For more info, click on my social network profiles listed on the homepage. Thank you so much for visiting my blog.


  1. Wow – a super fantastic poem!
    You have expressed each and everything about the bag through your mesmerizing words that a bag can’t express.

    1. Thank you Sadia
      It will always be an impossible task to repay my gratitude for ur vast support.
      Hey… The word “noor” has a great meaning, right?

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