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.
Copyright © Habib Akewusola | Year Posted 2012
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