Thigh, High! Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Thigh, High!



06: 58 A.M. in the land of your muse;
Life!
Hold me out of this place;
Because, i am a star.

Crab, crap!
I am a star so,
Hold me out of this place.

Rate, irate!
As if the sky is watching me from above;
On this Island of nakedness.

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Edward Kofi Louis

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