Mumbo-Jumbo
MUMBO-JUMBO
It is a hog-wash
My cube is my space
My space is colorless
Only if I am emotionless
Our jungle was mumbo
Murmuring the word Jumbo
It is a state of nonsense that makes sense
Collectively we strike like an orange mind
Working as if there is no box
For we refuse to think out of the box
When am moody ...
I became shy off my shine
I am on a cruise to my space
Shilling like there is no morrow
Creating a disruptive space was emotive
But we did it like a snap of finger away
Unknowingly ... we are turning vampires
Gradually ... our color fading away from red
Seamlessly ... our blood turning orange
Alayande Stephen T.
24/05/2015
4.22pm
At Orange Academy, in a class where disruption reigns supreme, it was Mumbo-Jumbo.
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