Treasure Island

gideon zerah ogbonna

(24 may 1993 / nigeria)

The fool

You lack intelligence
so it makes you wise with indigent intelligence
go meet your friends your fellow
empty head and just a hollow
if you disagree, hit your head, hear sound that follow
your words like where frogs solo

i crave your indulgence
pray ask for wisdom, intelligence
aimlessly walking from coast to coast
with head now ignorance toast

look for a way to be groomed
if you continue this way, you are fore-doomed
argue and shout no more
rather yourself do restore.

Submitted: Saturday, December 01, 2012

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  • Tope Oyelade (12/3/2012 11:52:00 PM) poems are not furnished rhymes...they pas a genuine message..u have to choose ryte wot u wana talk abt...dats d thing! (Report) Reply

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