Jack And Jane Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Jack And Jane

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'Le phychiatre noir',
Judging from my skin to accept the bones;
But, being a mother matters to me.

I am living in hell but, with the muse of truth!
Rambling here and there to merge out with the facts;
Like Jack and Jane who went out to play.

Life!
With the sea of love presented to you before marriage;
And, travelling faster enough to reach to your destination.

Life!
Someone is flying a balloon above me;
Over the muse of nature across the sea of love.

'Le phychiatre noir'!
Like life in the sea of condoms;
But, make no mistake along the line.

The bones!
Judging from my skin to accept them;
Like the muse of Jack and Jane at the playground.

Friday, November 7, 2014
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Edward Kofi Louis

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