A good nonsense game by mwl Godoni Yohana.
POEM NO 4.
Till when shall I be tormented?
Tormented and tortured since
The time of my conception
Till the time of my maturation.
Life is a good nonsense game.
Till when shall I be tormented?
Tormented and tired,
Working so hard
Till hunchback
But earn only a mock.
Life is a good nonsense game.
My dreams are broken into pieces
My plans are spoiled as ditches
My words are seen as clitches,
Ooh shit life,
Till when shall I be tormented?
Life is the paradise for others
But life is not the paradise
Because
Life is the hellfire to others.
Ooh my rotten breath!
Who has decayed you?
If the man with a stick,
Whyn't piece the stick
And fight the owner?
We shall take an action,
Nor sooner than we speak
When obsessed with devotion.
Till when shall I be tormented?
Tormented and tortured since
The time of my conception
Till the time of my maturation.
Life is a good nonsense game.
Till when shall I be tormented?
Tormented and tired,
Working so hard
Till hunchback
But earn only a mock.
Life is a good nonsense game.
My dreams are broken into pieces
My plans are spoiled as ditches
My words are seen as clitches,
Ooh shit life,
Till when shall I be tormented?
Life is the paradise for others
But life is not the paradise
Because
Life is the hellfire to others.
Ooh my rotten breath!
Who has decayed you?
If the man with a stick,
Whyn't piece the stick
And fight the owner?
We shall take an action,
Nor sooner than we speak
When obsessed with devotion.
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