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Rough patch


Care to rent my garment?
Its shortage and mortgage…
Length to breadth is all bent
By jet age and carnage…
Lost values and bad names
Breaks my floor when it pours
None is tame on my lane
These and more, are my falls.

All my hopes hit the slope
Across page and all age
Righteous Pope can not cope
With my wage at this stage,
The cold sweat and peanuts
Hits the floor as it pours
Down and out, kiss of death
These and more are my flaws.

Unemployed? Dead is joy,
And the rage breaks the stage
Tempts and lures to destroy
My prestige and image
North to south, east to west
Wants me torn on the floor
Into parts, tribal path
These and more tears me more…

No great shakes, till they pick
From the cage they engaged
Coming quick as a wink
A new age, a new wage
Cans of worms, keeps them warm
Wealth they pour on the floor
Reaching Sun with their sums
These and more are my faults…

All prices hikes and spikes
Into grave like hot wave
What a prize for a rise
With damage and bandage
Can we right green and white?
This I pour on the floor;
Please fix it, my garment
Deserve more, than my fall.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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