Taxi Cab Poem by Raheem Lyttle Kiyaga

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Am sorry I might haven't made it to be there butta am sorry, I plead Guilty cuz I know and had promised to be there,
uncertain rain made dangerous rapid drops onto me,
dat aint stoppa me from comin,
Garment shop costed me only $500,
to look smarter than I was,
10,000shs,
calling boda-boda,
call 4me a taxi cab,
On the pothole road to a pothole high way,
Like a fishing pod,
Fortunately without spieces,
Nothing was hurt, cab shaking, hitting the dashboard by head.
Like dosing I hit ma face at the door side,
Slipperly muddy hill, We must push,
Wheel rolls throwing mudd to ma suit,
Pushing in a dirtied suit up the hill.
Taxi cab to a babe's crib,
On an pothole road to a girl's home,
To the gal's home in a taxi cab.