Swing by Okoroji Chidiebere Alexander

Ding-Ding,

The heart is new,
The heart is free,
The heart is keen,
What else is left unseen.
Knock-Knock,
We’ve closed,
We took overdose,
We didn’t really pose,
So we loss,
To a better boss.
Ping-Ping,
My ink is dry,
My hair is grey,
My mind is heavy,
My soul up for prey,
I’m a mile away.
Click-Flick,
Today I’m good,
Tomorrow i will better,
Yesterday was the best,
Where my past doesn’t exist,
My life was all a gist,
Where I’m always on a list.
Rub-Rob
The carrier is a friend,
The disease he has spread,
The message went down well,
The people readily positioned,
The mission never an omission,
Unless if there is a good, mood,
A solid hood with a rich food,
Then there will be a swing.

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