Vicissitude
The man looked at the unprofitable world
Then decided it was no place for him,
Toughen up his mind to go, to a fool's paradise;
Twined his neck in rope to heaven,
Waving and twisting like a ripe calabash to get
The tight noose out of gullet,
And there, it has past that stress eroded life;
Moved on biting his forefinger like meat,
What about mama and her cradle child,
She prevented it to come to the world not
To smell the prepared poison that man has made,
And it came after all
To fulfill all naturedness;
And she chef a pot
Of pudding on fire,
The baby swam head first,well cooked
As it last, mourning
Mama shed a rhino tears.
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