e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

A long night

Greedy bitches
Wicked witches
Mortgaging all
The future sauce
For rotten egg.

When the frogs croak
And the dogs bark
Outside my house
Sleeplessness is
Where I belong.

Worried I am,
Over my barns
Vexing over
Every leader’s
Unending wrong.

Burning my farm
Stealing my ram
Without a fear
That I know where
I do belong.

There acts are seen
In every scene
Leaving the masses
With melting waxes
Of evil dang.

Hence whence they come
For another turn
I make sure that
It thus turns out
Into long night.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


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