The Ballad Of Mister Low Poem by Ebenezer Ampadu
The Ballad Of Mister Low
Like lime, Mister Low corrodes
Wherever he lives, he sinks
Good things around, he erodes
The people nearby, he stinks
He loiters about aimless
Looking for something to tarnish
Knowing his life has been worthless
He hopes to make you vanish
When would Mister Low learn
That time waits for no man
The time he wastes, he can earn
That's what makes a man
(Worcester, MA 2026)
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