So I went to a haughty club

I saw a begging stinking pub

Kneeling, weeping and blocking smoke

From mouths of many a stinking broke


“Save me you fresh clean broke

Don’t smoke me, you can get stroke

Help me breathe air and not smoke

I’m dying of the many travelling smoke”


I don’t know why you have to be here

When you can hardly this smoke bear

I can’t stand any insult, beating or sneer

Just develop legs and face your fear


But the pub continued to plead

Making my heart to also bleed

I came to smoke but I can’t touch weed

All because of the pub who needs to be freed

Why at all did he choose to be the club’s seed?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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