Your love tastes like cough syrup,
It never makes me cheer up
Fake smiles with false affection
Choking on faux confection
Your love smells like a Band-Aid
For all the cuts your hand made
Stop fights as your therapist
Take the blame for why you're pissed
Your love feels like anti-septic
It's made me a self skeptic
Everything I do is wrong
Tried to be perfect too long
Your love sounds like bed alarms
Even though you're where the harm's
Trapped with nowhere else to turn
Do you like watching me burn?
Your love looks like surgery
Rid of the bad, purgery
I was always too bitter
To your failed counterfeiter
I
I am
I am in
I am in poetry
I am in poetry soup
I am in poetry soup to
I am in poetry soup to stay
I am used to sourly,
salty, dryly, whyly
and sweety foods
Because the mix up
foods are medicaments
If John the Baptist ate Scopions
Who am I to complain about free combinations
of some delicous soups
which I am given in poetry soup?
I am happy with different menus.
It always my choice to select my favourite recipes
to eat in 24 hours daily
Just my choice , Just my choice
Just my choice, Just my choice
Just my choice, Just my choice
Because cooked foods
is always available.
Sourly, salty,whyly, dryly and sweety...I like it!
Sourly, salty,whyly,dryly and sweety...I like it!
Sourly, salty,whyly, dryly and sweety...I like it!
July 3/2023
Fools'day
When you mistakenly
take
Medicines
Made
for
a
Mad
Man
or
Woman
You will seem As
A
Mad
in
Mud
Looking for Medicaments.
So watch out ,
You must not
Be called names
Soon
April 01/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
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