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A happy go lucky me
Ejiofor Alisigwe
London England
ejioforalisigwe@hotmail.co.uk
Thursday,
November 22, 2007
Just supposing you are right to call
me
A laughing jackass like you always thought of me
And having to placate your command with a smile of an ass
Old habit die hard and away from the trash
The years gone by,
turned grey and drag
The fingers are arthritic claws hung
To a wishful beacon glinting from your eyes
And a heart as cold would not melt ice
To quench the taste of
my patched remorse
As I seek the face of your forgiveness
To contend with the loud clangs of your prejudice
First with my irritable flippancy and indifferences
To issues that would
quiver the head to stir
That wears the crown to regales of a martyr
And shoot the mouth of the skylark and teeth
A raven with a waddling gait of crows feet
Just let me laugh one
more time
To clear the air for you and to contemplate
To becoming myself again before the complete
Lose in surrendering it all to you as you please
Ejiofor Alisigwe
London England
28/04/1993
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