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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Wednesday 30 October 2013

I write....

I write so you can read me,
I rhyme so you can hear-
the inner child within me;
singing out loud and clear
with a soul full of fire,
scribbling images on pages
so you can know my desires.

I write so you can read me,
I rhyme so you can hear-
the inner child within me,
going on and on with my gaga,
but the truth is I do have a bubu.
It aches right hear in my heart
and I'm yearning for attention.

I write so you can read me,
I rhyme so you can hear-
the inner child within me;
asking why you don't understand,
pleading for you to take me to safe land.
but all your read is gaga, gugu;
native language for young guru's.

I write so you can read me,
I rhyme so you can hear-
the inner child within me;
pupping all on this paper,
to paint a vivid picture
that will break you into laughter,
yet it's a distress call for disaster.

I write so you can read me,
I rhyme so you can hear-
the inner child within me.
speechless and helpless,
yet restless and hopeless.
desperate for your help,
to restore our innocence

I write so you can read me,
I rhyme so you can hear-
the inner child within me;
nana, dudu, gugu, n gaga
as I'm talking to papa
so if you comprehend,
I shall have no bubu.






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