Death Express Poem by Mogare Nyamoko
Death Express
The metal I bought,
Express it sent me home
Where my ancestors lies low,
It was smitten into what they called car
It sent me home.
I wasn't reckless as they report,
I had taken few sips of the devil's mouthwash
There was a jam,
I decided to flew past it.
My speedometer read 360km/hr,
And phew! Within seconds I was home.
An acquittance with those who flew home earlier.
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