My Neighbor's Arodan Poem by Olawale Owoeye

And whose tongue shall taste my acerbic tale?
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‎I sat in my neighbor's intransigent chair,
‎Perspiring patience like sweat—
‎"I must get this! "
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‎She offered the snacks of ignorance
‎And I, I ate,
‎drank the water of folly—
‎"I must get this"
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‎I sat impatiently, oscillating my limbs,
‎Holding the gun of annoyance
‎And a bullet for the messenger's dumb skull—
‎"I must get this! "
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‎The sun bidding bye,
‎Going on vacation with his wife—
The jealousy time that halts his work—
‎"I must get this! "
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‎Did the messenger not, two days ago,
‎Tell her he's ALMOST here
‎Till bandits kidnapped the sun and released him
The following day— NOT AGAIN—
‎"I must get this today"
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