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Call me what you may
Call me what you may, A dog, a scavenger
Or even the dirty pig, but that is way too far
From transfiguring my appearance, call me
What you may even the worst pun but ado
Comes on and change my affectionate deed
Call me anything that cross your minds and
Able to pronounce, even the most unbearable
Creature you sort crawls on earth and see if
I die for it won’t be affecting my breathing in
And out... the routine will still go on and on
It is most than injudicious to call me a wild beast
Whilst everyone witty calls me THE ADONIS ONE
I won’t blame you for calling me a nitwit for your
Brains are too weak and needs a fully qualified
Mental practitioner to examine its functions awry
Will they not call you a dead mental deranged
One for pointing tosh on a figure of classy calibre
How happy I am to meet a nefarious fool, who does
Not praise what is worth just like the fool in the
Beauty and the beast who takes his life for a shot
I do not even mind to living in the same galaxy
With a dirty minded day dreamer who always see
Bad over good deeds and spoil my benedictions
Of splendid manners. Just call me what you may
And check if I will hate you for your blind minds.
Robert Musiiwa Mharadze
Copyright © Wilson Waison | Year Posted 2018
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