Rancid Daisy In the Room
RANCID DAISY IN THE ROOM
Can you smell,
that rancid daisy in the room?
As it reeks,
before it speaks.
Putrid unapologetically,
foul so foul bravely.
It used to complement my senses,
from fragrant to pungent vagrant.
The tangent slovenly,
the regality frugal.
Can you smell,
that rancid daisy in the room?
That chokes,
more than cyanide.
More than dioxin,
oh what a toxin.
I swear I can surely smell it,
so elated I am far away from it.
LiterarySpaceAfrica Ian Munywe©
Copyright © Ian Munywe | Year Posted 2018
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