Sober
My heart over-flow with sadness
Having no one else but loneliness
as my partner
For belijorants surround me.
In my heart,
dubbing takes place
Sober I feel for
belijorants surrond me.
A hullabaloo in my head
I feel so humdrum
Why was I humdrumed at?
Maybe they are belijorants.
On a mire I stand
Sinking deep and deep
Loneliness I welcome
For I am sober.
Through a loophole I move
logically lopeared
Unto a maple I grip
A maxim of wickedness.
A megalomaniac I become
faced with mediocrity
A migraine attack I recieve
For belijorants surround me.
Here I am, sober
loneliness I embrace
To obliderate sadness
A motif of jingoism.
Copyright © Eyitayo Lizzy | Year Posted 2013
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