Mobility Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Mobility, boil, oil, toy, boy, mob, toil!
Searching for where to lay your head;
With, life's own stories.

All naturals!
With no artificial;
Life!
With nature's law;
Looking at the muse of the world.

End, endemic!
With the final job in your hand;
tremendously!
With the muse of life;
Entropy!
Ever, increasing with the illegal lusts of mankind;
On this earth.

Love!
With themuse of your works;
Moving around in search of a home,
Because, you still want a place you can call your home.