Ardman Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Ardman



Ardman, Adam, man, ram, arm, am, dam, dram, drama!
Operatives,
The accident!
With the vehicle;
Still perfecting the ways of your life in this town.

Muse!
Perfecting your ways in life;
Love!
Uncovered with the muse of the laws;
Miss, amiss!
On condition of anonymity;
From a strained relationship.

The ritual!
Released from prison,
Jobless;
Roaming on the streets!
Wasting your time,
And strategising your muse with the ways of the land.

Man, manhunt!
With divergent views;
But, the crowd gathered to hear your statement on the issue,
Because, the workers of Satan are around us today! !
Stealing and cheating;
Without righteousness in them.

Thursday, September 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: accident
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