BLOOD IN THOUGHT

As I sit under this shade
In a pit dug by this spade
Needing a chit to be a shade
Will my bit in this here be made?

II
Let’s say I quit thinking it charade
And I fit into fate’s forbade
Will a hit bite in a decade
And tit a tat for my fade?

III
Wires,
…connect the Sire in a dire dial
Creators sure know their formulas
And can fix all that is jinxed
This pit sit in a quit fit
…deserves a knowing chit
…before a worldly exit hit, please!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 19, 2020

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