Confounding Essy
Forward you wouldn’t move
When expected in the groove;
Sideways turning is all you do
To aid the destroyer and foe.
And fastest you skip and dash
When there’s no need to rush;
Fashioning a facsimile ever tense
When all you do is sit on the fence.
But no amount of feigned zeal
Shall those sharp wounds heal;
Mountains of duping balm unleash
And I’d still unmask all your fetish.
Copyright © Hannington Mumo | Year Posted 2025
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