
Stretching and stretching
But neck is no ladder
Failure branding eyes failures in halls
Halls where hands are itchy to write
But heads have nothing but shame of naught
II
Sweats are rains falling in pants
Breaths cannot take the horror of pants
Time is modelling so thoughts scream “please take of its heels”
A cane in walking up and down the shame
Oh Charley see o, this is so lame
III
Pen heads are crying of the chewings alive
Paper pots are crying of the trashes within
Urinatings are coming but a block at urinals
Who will trade an information for all
To save the hearts which hate all falls?
IV
Like giraffes without neck space
Many necks pace
Like caged tigers
Many mouths rant
If only preparations could give second chances!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015
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You fired that one out! Random love babe 🙂
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