When I Die
When i die
Come to my grave with your metaphors
Carrying your pen close to your chest
Let my grave serve your plane sheet
We're having a poetry duel on top my grave
Seduce the soil to vomit my dead body
For I've punchlines ready to get your ears dripping
My iambic pentameter are arranged like graves in a cemetery
Dug for me a grave of Alliteration
And wrap me up with assonance
A Coffin filled with roses of simile.
©Pensay f|2020
Copyright © Saifullahi Sagir Yusuf | Year Posted 2020
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