As none can chase chastity
In a smoking cabaret,
So must cabals never chase their hard targets
In churches
A caboose can be seen like chariots
And there would be no hidden caldera
To save the day
Get a sense of camaraderie to cajole
Prides hurt by you
For you know not when your hammer
Would land
Upon your heady conniving pate
You know that is your hell’s gate
Even angels have temper
I’m no different
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
