vendredi 24 septembre 2010

THE HIDDEN OCTOPUS

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

It wasn't mine at all
It was hers totally
But I still knew about the stretch marks
Concealed as they were in their carapace
Only the rich fool could have thought otherwise
Yet I struck before they arrived
All their arsenal of armoury meant nothing
That's why single-handed; I triumphed.

Copyright 2010

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