Fleeing From Festus
At Festus I no longer wave.
I should save a not–safe image.
At all persons Festus would rave,
With this triggering plain outrage…
Last cause of Festus’ Anger “Dave”,
For which he called the Poor Guy “Slave”
“The best roof over Dave’s Head ‘Cave’s,”
The scene he’d keep frequenting ‘Grave’s…
Now; I am often on the run,
Mingling with Festus ‘poorest fun’…
Who knows? Tomorrow, a shot-gun
And the deed as good as ‘just done.’
Anita, Stanley and Poor Me
Festus won’t allow to feel free.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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