POETRY

ON THE MARKET (MONORHYME)

An eye flash

And I feel like part a star, part trash

Eyes are harsh

Those who are in a rush

And those ready to bash

Those needing to stash

And those showing their cash

Ah! There are those who got missing in a flash

My mind gives me a lash

Chai! particular hands show they need mouldings to mash

Some are stealing glances showing “them they gnash”

But their confidence refuses to push

Retreat, retreat, the market goods, like a snail retreats in a little rush

No sheep in clothes of a lioness deserves a crash

Just in pursuance of a blush

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, men, 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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