Douglass-Dog-Lass' Story
I was Douglass
A good person
Better than the day that gifts a friendly sun
A humble fellow
Humbler than the trees that regard the regal ride of the
wind.
Oh, wealth
You all I desired, then
Why Playing ceaseless host
To those honest crooks
And left me waiting in the pinching rain of hard-up-ish?
Now, I'm Dog-lass
A rich man
Richer like a man who had 1, 000 wives
A smart fellow
Smarter than the chimpanzee even in its own game
Copyright © Ijalana Afolabi | Year Posted 2016
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