MOURN ME NOT

A Poem by Famous B. A

Man's sinister malady...

Mourn me not
Mourn the living
Living in fleshy earthholes
Mourn them, mourn them.

You live
They too kicking
I'm dead
Living after your demise

They, you live
Dead as a doorknob
And touch yourself
You smolders like apple of Sodom

Mourn, but sinister malady of man
I'm dead a decade
Before Abel
And you heard the silence

Mourn no deceased,
Mourn the living deceased,
The ambassadors of malign
Mourn them hard. Mourn me not.

Famous B.A
©Feb 17, 2016

© 2016 Famous B. A

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Famous B. A

Lagos, Western, Nigeria

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Famous As the name came, From the palace of saned, On me it fell like the rain, And do me fame! Famous A sagacious Nigerian Love telling a saga "DE SAGE" As my chums chanted... C a .. more..

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