Wilson Ii Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Wilson Ii
Wilson, son, win, won, on, in, low, slow, ion, ions, iol soil, sin;
Mediocre!
To ply your trade,
In this land with mocking and raining insults of your neighbours.
A professional job,
Quizzed!
Being embarrassed terribly;
With the muse of your offence.
Hour, our!
Urged;
Per information surrounding the event,
And, with enquires to get to the root of the mystery in the land.
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