It was a minute
now they are hours
she was sweet
now she is sour
what was yuors
I just made ours
we are so high
like a tower
the smell of power
like a rose flower
think you are so clever
yapping about how you better
but I can take you whenever
if you not up to it
dont mess with the leper
he is a spray of hot pepper
this is not a letter
its filling on paper
© Benson Mwangi
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