Blame Me Poem by Toyiring Sheyin

just stood there watching and crying, not sure of the perfect timing, then a flash of thought passed through my inner lining saying i ought to be with kings in their upper dining eating and merrying my soul, with a long peace like a pole coming straight down from my inner hole, in affirmation my head moved on a node, but no this was dream in my childhood days, but i ought to have worked until it got my pays, but here i am with a life without a single array, my daddy must answer the qqueries i stage from my youth-failing days, it riddles me i cannot say, but my uncle is a king in the jungle, whose name can bundle me to a height without fumble, but i kept on working his cars, his shores and clothes i maintained without scar, i forgot to look and see my shining star, and now things are not at par, who should blaim for this btight future untapped, not my daddy cos he paid my fees even debt, but then i followed a dream without fate, where my uncle tapped my youthful strenght, and neither my uncle should be blaim, blaim me blaim, for this bright future untapp.