Waste Not Want Not - Poem by Korede Abiodun
My friend- Richard Cory lacks appetite
Frown'd and hiss'd at the Turk's fat-thighs
The gods he spite which is rather impolite
He toppled the table sending the foods fly-high
Oh, Richard Cory lacks appetite
While I am hungry and thousand others
Thin-man in a Fat-man's world - black-and-white.
Excused, left to go smother my wet chicks in the bosom of my lover
So I pray to see yet another sunlight
In hunger -well water- my children lies
I'll go to Cory to ask if everything turns alright
But he died, we all know: 'twas suicide.
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