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Hello In the Poorest Tone
To the man who makes us moan
“Hello” in the poorest tone:
Your mean boss too strong to fight
He’ll defeat you ‘The Too Light,’
An old child’s watchful father
On coarse games it takes farther,
Mother who loathes your girlfriend;
Merely meets her, sees a fiend!
Does she want to break your heart,
Over you run a big cart?
“Good Day” in the tiniest voice;
The birds know it’s not your choice!
We forgive them, when they’ve dead
And now relax to eat bread.
Copyright ©
Chinedum Ekwobi
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