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WHY MR ANDERSON WHY
The underdog, none new under the sun
For the top dogs, there we see Miss Ferguson 
Doing the homespun trying to go nuts
Furiously livid like she had a blunt
Exeunt, is where she directs him
And stares at Mr Anderson as he slowly walks away

Why Mr Anderson why
Personified, he wonders why
To say good-bye, he can’t but just he does cry
To gentrify, he is horrified and lets moments pass by
He can revivify, but he keeps staring at the blue sky, like he would stellify
For his thoughts are stultified

Why Mr Anderson why
Someone said, reality will always stands in the way of a man attempting to fulfill his hearts desires
All men are the equal, they say, but some are more equal than others, when I enquire
Like in a choir, we wore the same attire, but you in a suit I don’t see you inspire
I am tired, I don’t want ceasefire because I miss Molly Maguire
Dear sir/ma’am please respire

Why Mr Anderson why
Why thought of the brainiest and feelings of a war man
I saw a warning, but I am a blind man
With a stick to lean upon and lead the way
For there is none of the men can define you
For the destiny of a man is for himself
Like a wise man would say, if a man truly wishes to fulfill his dream, reality can never get in the way

WHY MR ANDERSON WHY
The only echo to be heard behind

Author Neo Charisma Masetlane

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