Divorce - Poem by ogunlade john
Let me sit down, and ask the reason of thug
After video-camera, even not exalted, tell by your lip
And when different colour attend, if known, gloom in sum
Without nebulous oesaphagus and clear in the way varmint.
Yourself like varmint, for poison jest child play
On the altar, outside vague nakedness if not thorn
Clumsy and stagger, if not love, lieing if not lay
If yet on the track, no answer, no ready jaw.
Demon like your conscience, ''Yes I will'', just eloquent
Did it, half-thousand perplexed, was it the sub-you
Every show for the twain, camera snap the flamboyant.
The guest should cease your speech, happiness in you
Lacking the better bride and groom, fade in the rise.
It only has effect to your future without the bite.
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