I will pry
As to why I cannot fly
As I learn to swim with a swift try.
I cry
Trying my best to get in the head you created by being sly
But you leave me dry.
What kind of father gets
So angry as to neglect the many bets
Placed on His precious kiddy pets
To make them fools in sets?
Your ways, undecipherable yet
Always in bunches met
Oldie Wisee One, just make it mine
That knowledge that can be addictive than wine
And creepier than vine
Then I’ll be fine
And will not whine
And with your opponent un-dine
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia, NOV. 4, 2013.
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