By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I suspected it but didn`t dare to voice it
I knew his swinging moods only too well
They oscillate like Galilee`s pendulum
And always, they keep you hanging on in there.
Even when you mean well, he misinterprets it
And makes it look like you put him in hell
That makes you feel like a hoodlum
And a sacred object laid bare.
Copyright 2010
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