The saying goes thus;
An accord for friendship
Is a treaty of reciprocity!
Firm, must hold its parties.
But mine seemed to be a vice,
For she tossed me like a dice,
Without thinking twice.
Swindled with my fellow folk
Yes! She did!
Remorseless, a new trait on her.
As I walk into my folk's cottage,
Behold! she I found in his closet
Dicking from a sumptuous dish.
Never did I suppose ill from it
Then came my spirit of cues
Holding firm on me,
Telling me of sighs and sobs.
But I could not shed a tear.
Lately, the bond keeps widening.
Wait!
Some allures into my liquor?
Whatever the claim may be,
Lord, into your hands I surrender.
_Ndimancho T. Nyowikeh_
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