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… Continue reading Swing by Okoroji Chidiebere Alexander
