Limping at a border post
With smuggled mealie meal
I plead for a morsel of beef roast
While I negotiate a denominational deal.
Licked up in limbo
With scars all over my brain
I dare to decipher the hope symbol
From a morass of soporific strain.
Left to my devices
With a plethora of time on my hands
I dream of the heyday when I denigrated vices
While I played sentimental music with Copperbelt bands.
Lifted from the pit of despair
Within an ace of insanity
I chose every shred of my chequered life to repair
Banishing for good traces and races of my erstwhile vanity.
Lost in transition
With probability problems by the dozen
I formulated a sarcastic solution
Vowing never to get my faculties frozen.
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