What does she want I wonder
I squandered all of my morals
In the misery of plenty.
I learned how to write
When I stole from the library,
A coroner's remark
Got me thinking does everyone die in the dark?
Let me learn about the season
I paid reason and asked why there was a fight that led to treason.
Everyone knows, but they all deny
That there is a God, but they put I
And would rather worship the sneaker in the aisle.
Who prays for forgiveness
Unless the media expose what is unacceptable
And the commentators turn to preachers.
I see this in sport
But whee is the morals,
I have never heard of them quoting Christ.
I wish I could rest, but the drink brings the best
And I surrender to the dizziness
I am in love with a spark,
Little women on the eve of the English dawn.
Forgive me I never learned how to dance,
I prayed to play, but never to overcome the sin I displayed,
Double vision, the highlight I desired, and nothing more.
But Christ incline, That I prize him above all
And to this, I wish I could bow
And live like St Anthony on the hills.
K.Oni
Friday 26 November 2021
In the misery of plenty
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