Habits Of The Rabbit Poem by habib akewusola

Habits Of The Rabbit



HABITS OF THE RABBIT.
I feel today as a spanking
New way, with no
Displeasure to pay,
Forgetting the reasons of
Yesterdays bargain.
There's no tail to clean
My trace,
Even the brave, sits
On the same page
Every soul illustrates.
As a dark cultured cook,
Fitted in this white cotton suit,
My roll of utensils, correspond as
Chicks in their group.
Process food, for
An extinguished large
Room,
Designed in blue roof,
In middle of the last
Tomb.
The debate is, consume
Every loot,
In expense of individual
Groove,
On my knees in this room,
My thoughts mute as a lifeless broom
With support on this wood,
This an episode of doom, transcribed
Into food.
I see tomorrows fruits
Languished between the tooth's
Of certain crooks.
Few hen would hash many
Shells,
Sound from the bell could be
Deeper than many wells.
Meditate on this pledge
Continue to help, never mind
The crest, nailed to his chest.
AKEWUSOLA HABIB.

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Babatunde Aremu 12 July 2012

Good poem. Keep the pen flowing

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