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Escapee Running Like An Amputee
We heard of the ambush
And we remembered George Bush:
A Radio-Announced Ambush
And we made for some bush,
The man in my front continually push …
One hell of a Lazing Runner
While my heart was Bunsen Burner.
Quick was I to condemn his speed,
Ready to it with fuel feed,
Sure survival was The Rare,
Whenever it became Guerrilla Warfare,
Smart shooters picking off their targets
While The pursued chiefly his teeth grits,
Doing the thing like a Mad March Hare
And choosing to not a lot care.
The man in my front was A Lousy Escapee,
Running and you’d think An Amputee.
Copyright ©
Chinedum Ekwobi
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