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Michael Okoroike Poem
Even when they smiled or they talked to me,
What I purchased was what mattered to me...
To now be the cashier is comedy;
I'm forced to "ask" about your wellbeing...
None have ever asked of my wellbeing,
Though I slave for you while baring my teeth
And prompting debit, or coupons or credit,
And making sure all you want, you get it...
At first, I oozed personality, and
Tried to coat my very tongue in silver,
But my every finger is made of rubber,
And you turn impatient, forgetting you're flattered...
They told me to ooze personality,
While expecting way, way much more of me...
Think! someone used 5 ways to buy 4 things,
Scurried out and away---what personality!!!
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Michael Okoroike Poem
I pray that Nature is no Egotist
That gets an A plus on a test
And doesn't study the rest of the term...
Though I don't judge,
(It's merely I),
You've been too poor
To not catch my eye...
You're assigned to give life
For this eternal term,
And making all perfect's
The rubric you've got,
But you've failed too many
To judge judgmental me,
Because you've born some
That can't even judge!
I thought you loved Art
And your every creation...
You forgot to make
The others hot like me
(Outside of the days
That they run in the Sahara)!
These very words, I can only imagine,
Are the words thought over the world and water---
You're full of yourself
To slack on them,
Just because you're proud that you made me.
Copyright © Michael Okoroike | Year Posted 2017
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Michael Okoroike Poem
Turning 13, being young and dumb,
I fell to my knees, pleading "Drums! Drums! Drums!"
Both of them said "No gifts and no games
Until you decide to improve your grades."
I wondered confused, and even dismayed;
"Can they do this to me on my birthday?"
I yelled and screamed so they could hear and see
That they were unfair; I'd gotten straight C's!
They seemed just fine with a heartbroken child;
They knew I wanted drums---they'd known awhile,
So i just wouldn't talk to them awhile;
I'd say "Screw school!" and flunk out with a smile.
Many years have passed, and I still sometimes smile,
Especially when kind people fill my cup.
Both of them died---they were tragically killed,
While I wasn't talking to them awhile.
I now only hope for warm days and luck,
'Cuz my heart still beats,
Without any drum.
Copyright © Michael Okoroike | Year Posted 2017
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Michael Okoroike Poem
The thunderclouds rumble
And lightning’s flickering,
But all you've given me’s
A lemonade stand...
Who’s gonna buy?
Who’s outside,
And to torture me this way,
I’ve gotta ask why,
Why such a day,
Why such a life...
Copyright © Michael Okoroike | Year Posted 2017
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Michael Okoroike Poem
Is it a tick
Or do you hear tock?
We've come together
Around the clock
And stuffed our mouths
With sticky socks,
But do you hear tick
Or do you hear tock?
Copyright © Michael Okoroike | Year Posted 2017
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