Somebody Stole My Glasses Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

On the final day of judgment.
I stand to answer for why I
did not read my bible. 'Dear
Lord, you will not belive it,
somebody stole my glasses.


Shivering in my unpolished
brush was stolen.

Go back and make sure to
buy one key and half a key,
no screws missing, for you
have a screw missing in the
in the door here.

Arriving here like a rejected parcel
makes good news. Hence this telling.

See why I am clean shaven? There are
no thieves who still razors anymore.
They all went to the hereafter to
face a judgment like me.


They all blamed it on the scissors
murder for he demonstrated everything
was a weapon and needed for protection.

Excuses will not make it up there.
They are coming back here. Let me
and you be found having done it all.
So not to be called the nogooders.













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