Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa Poet Quatrain

How Could I Fix Me

I am that happy sinner;
Who behaves like a fool.
I wish to be one for real,
But I am too smart to be.

I am such hopeless winner:
Whose race seems too cool...
I wish to have this nice zeal,
But my hustling nature disagree.

I am one useless boy;
Who knows not of pride.
I wish to high my self esteem,
But people would see arrogance.

I  am everyone useful toy:
Whose pleasure can't be dyed.
I wish its gay remains agleam...
But not enough cum my elegance.

I am such an amazing being;
Who feels no hate unknown.
I wish to live with that heart,
But my face is weary of time's arrow.

I am that goat keenly studying...
Those that sheep left alone.
Why they wish to never depart?
But living onto its daring sorrow!

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