Spring Onion Poem by Ihe Nnamdi

Miaw...my belt is hitting rock bottom...
The word has gone forth...
Yet I wasn't where I promised to attend..
just another David on the roof of his house...Lexander Burk!
Vomiting your scorpions is high life..
you can leave all those jazz to someone worthy enough to care...
Me? Give me a break!
Rest...this generation suffer from rest related conditions...

I get to be out on field work...but spare my needle life...
I've got dreams...and they are very young..and mosquitoes in dire need of my "I'm coming home! "
Now this is the part where you walk away...Go!