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Is that you never cease
To take this art by the scruff of the neck.
It’ll be at your call and beck:
Your ‘sufferation’ from ‘Poet-reukemia’
Is to be released by ‘Uthanasia’.
Otherwise, suffer in silence,
For we the critics are used to violence.
We’ll dismantle you bit by bit
And you’ll run out of your wit-
I say suffer, you’ve brought
It upon your own head, wrought
Your own downfall-
‘Tis your call!
*Written in response to ‘I’M TIRED OF POETRY’ by Eddy Ongili
Written by: Thamsanqa Job Mzamo
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
“The only cure to this disease
Is that you never cease”
The start is as powerful as it can be. Charming read.
Thank you Sir…poetry stays with you