MY AGEGE BREAD
As I closed my eyes, perceiving the proud wind,
My nose sniffed out laughter,
The road was swept clean by its pending visit,
Its fear reduced trees to weeds.
Fight him, the odour filled its mind,
It snapped my defense on a rag,
And tagged me, niggers who brag with rag and call it swag
But my oil of gladness mimicks this mockery
As I pounced on his folly like a bouncing baby bread.
My mouth caressed its physique,
I recycled its arrogance to sewages,
My belly pampers the immigrant
And I slept on satisfaction’s shoulder.
Poet: Ogomigo Roland.
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