COMPLACENT

You are the palm tree

Claiming superiority

As you’re on your feet

Just fall, you’ll see your pests

From flying insects to drunk mouths

Every part of you

Are needs for others

Who pray for the storms to conquer you

And you brag on your feet

Thinking you are supreme

Because you provide shade for kings?

III

In your time

Sit, look and pray

Hoping to get a hold on your prey

Or you’ll end up the one tasting the tip of a slay

Tags POETRY.

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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