Briggs The Poet Poem by Collins Briggs Obaa

My name is Briggs, Briggs the poet.
You are the British mafia.
You can rip me into pieces
After you have heard my verses.

These are the broody
Of a paranoid student
Plagued with the awe
Of being retrenched
At the age of twenty- four.

I have recite my Death
Like a one - act play,
A tragedy of seven scenes.
The curtain rises:
Scene one: The lose of my admission.
Scene two: The lost of my friends.
Scene three: The lost of my degree.
Scene four: The lost of my family
Scene five: The possession of a knife
Scene six: Your death
scene seven: My death...
The curtain falls.