Puncture

You ruptured my tire and my desire

You threw beckons and heavens at others

I could only envy so many a plenty

I trudge forwards choking on your words

Oblivious of the ditch that lies  in my pitch

The lemons you threw in my avenue

Saved me a stellate a bullet and a pellet

I never knew how a new bad fortune

Could ever save me from a worse  misfortune

 

GBOLABO ADETUNJI/ AYOKA

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