By Ajise Oluwaseyitan Peter
Echoes of fictitious concoctions
Tall pregnant walking chimney
Whizzing exhales like soot blocked pipes
Scents of ethanol fast settling in my nostrils
Staggering figure baptised with gutter liquid
Murmuring words volatile as liquor
Waving hand like smoking flag
Yet another laser sight on his lip
Button loosed zip opened, brain dead
Rhetorical questions only he could infer
Raining alkaline enzymes on our acidic soil
Boiling in anger for problems to come
The year end comes near so he wanted his sorrows
4hours to new Year, what a sad end, my thoughts
Crossing the T junction round the round about
Mr chimney lying fallow on an anticlockwise spin
A wheeled mechanised cow had just knocked him down
He never crossed the road or the year
The troubles he thought he buried had buried him
His lifeless bloody soaked with tomorrow's living
It's 10:30, I should move to church in thanks.
Good bye friend
Ajise Oluwaseyitan Peter
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Chemistry department, industrial chemistry.
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