The Backbitter's Diary

THE BACKBITERS DIARY. She’s a land called Barren craft, Variety of laugh hangs On this verse The vampire’s turbine Is double of man’s Heart, Biting different parts With just one mouth, Stones at your back As dart that excretes Artifacts. She gives another two clap As the cow whose delight Is for the calf. The real laugh lives within Only a tiny line stands In between, Never talk silence to be Darkness, Drill into your pride Like super is the greater Price. I never respect the thunder’s Eye Despite His knowledge Of wonder’s to life’s child, I am bribed with just one Fun night To last twice, Castigate her son In epileptic day light. I never sat to revise These an episode I Wish to revive, The shy stars pity my Crime, As the goats gather to Empty my shaft. How did I make this verse? My diary ended like sand During the transit To gossip in France. AKEWUSOLA HABIB.