You ask me why I sat frowning,
Mopped sweat and said nothing
While we sipped our success
In wide open doors of ecstacy
At the new Modern City Hotel
That says 'Stay to Taste & Tell'
Well, don't ask me please
The answer irks my ease.
You wonder why someone
Wouldn't enjoy the food and fun
After beating that contract bid
Worth such a fat cheque. Odd?
This is all different for me, friend,
This price that justifies the end.
My ancestors; blood and property,
Sob beneath that very establishment
Where many smile and sip the success,
Where many beat bids of fat cheques.
It's all different for the likes of me.
So friend, don't ask, please spare me.
I hate the answer; fills me with intense grief.
The loss in the plague of the modern thief.
Should eggs move in the path rocks tumble?
And mice have their way where cats gamble?
@Abi Maria Amaru
©abimaria
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