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Drunk In Self

Duet between Omodele Oluwabunmi and Wems Henry Temmy speaks... cautiously OmO Mother, I forget not thy words When I was a score and half a dozen “My daughter, let your heart hold my teaching " But my heart was weak; as time flies, it holds it not. Then, the forest seems to be the road in my sight. WHT Please, be not mad to treat me like bastards For how long shall we keep fussing...? When no one wants to hear my heart breathing Nor the running of tears so hot, Though my acts are impolite. OmO Father, I remembered those five words “receive instruction in wise dealing" But my ears were on strike then So it hear you not For the dog that will lost won't hear the whistle of the hunter. WHT Teachers' blood may deny the nerds But ethics will break the limit of advancing Into making classroom turns Bullpen Where no one fears swat Meanwhile, each had become an adapter OmO I grew older to become foolish The mouths that brought me up smell to me The words that comes from it Become the dirt I washed away I become a foolish daughter of a wise parents WHT In my wisest choice, decision grows childish Yet, can not change the mindset not to be The box that harbor things just to fit Into the folder of a permeable Cache Like reasonable pride of deviants OmO I disowned the advice of my parents Then adopted the advice of friends My heart released the advice of my parents But breathe in the advice of friends. WHT That in peers influence, I grew wings dissident Beyond what an external check can blend And with time; in tease, am an entrant Watching how well I can teach myself as a docent OmO Now, my life is crashing, And my friends are laughing at my calamity Tears become my daily food With no one to take away my tears. WHT For all I tried trashing To shape life's conformity Till all turned to be good Only stress cure lane to gear repairs OmO Let the tears of the foolish daughter, Flow round the world Not to add more water to the rivers But to teach the young ones lesson WHT And chase the wayward away from traps of the slaughters With regards to take heed when situations whirled What more are pro. drivers If license and experiences don't winks when speed is to be lessen ©® OmO/WHT

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