I read the question,
with no devotion nor attention,
not knowing the annilation,
of the 'lady' in my possession.
I opened it with expedition,
looked at it wit apprehension,
what is elucidation? ? Emancipation? ?
Or is it participation?
Now am hanging in suspension,
grin with passion,
to hide my frustration.....Damn! This examinathon! I will not fail is my conclusion.
So i open my lady,
with all stupor in me,
let alone the plethora of this ladys euphoria.
Alas!
Am caught.
This is enigmatic. So unpragmatic. For the propondence of it leaves me at the senate chambers, and in no defence expelled.
So to thee i say, you ought to read, and prepare indeed.
For to pass as it deems, aint as easy as it seems! Avoid fancy fallacies to success, for they all lead to:
THE BLISS OF IGNORANCE.
Otieno Albert
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
Bliss of ignorance
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