Swag Outrage Poem by Earnest Gatuma
Swag Outrage
Wished for some vetements hence the budget,
Worked hard through the seven crescents,
An authoritarian boss tightening my ends,
In heat of the moment I used to vent,
The loop holes had the abyss kaput,
Pressure build up caused a release erupt,
Intrusive thoughts louder than a hollow pitch,
The infinite is full of wit if you dig,
Trodden wishes beyond my reach,
Capeesh?
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