Flogging a Dead Horse
To the unknown in outer space, sending a missile
on a wrong direction, problems should go on exile
converting broilers to layers
supported by so much prayers
hoping the mistake will turn out to be a sweet bile.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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