Njeri Hunjeri Poet Rhyme

How To Treat a Criminal

I shouldn't be writing in my current state of mind
I shouldn't be typing, my fingers are all blind
Life is good over here, am falling like a log
Afraid to have balloons pop on my face, I'd cry like a frog

The pastor and his wife are so drunk
I shouldn't be feeling guilty, all is fun and funk
The treadmill over there, a life support for him
Has broken glasses all over, talk of a gym

The weather so beautiful as I sit over here in my cozy blanket
I shouldn't be writing about criminals, it's my bad habit
Of avoiding socialization, but I love integration
How to treat me, maybe an intervention

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Lewis Nyaga June 17, 2015 at 2:17 AM the pastor and the wife are so drunk - i feel there is alot hidden in this line and this poem is deeper than is presumes at first glimps*** it alsdo hits me as an introspection of sorts thanks A 7 from me Njeri Hunjeri July 21, 2015 at 3:46 PM yes this poem is all that you said and more...:-) thank u Lewis

Julia Ward June 15, 2015 at 8:17 AM I enjoyed your imaginative foray, Njeri! Julia, :)) Njeri Hunjeri July 21, 2015 at 3:45 PM thank u Julia

Njeri Hunjeri June 15, 2015 at 6:16 AM *I shouldn't be typing*