Should have gone from start
Flushed through the bidets
After a session of self defile
Flowing down the earth in gravity.
But when it was missed
It should have been me for Jimmy
Stuck down by a vehicle of illness
So strange we would go divine
As to what comes through the start
And not goings so as to notice
Whose eye got the steams
Or whose hearts was laden
Like I was supposed to care
What shape would their mouths
What pictures would their brains
Of a father dangling from what
Or of a man lost never seen
But not to be troubled by their misses
For he is dead you can’t see.
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Steve Igbaro
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