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Four slices of hope,
baked in high energy
A spread of optimism
Three scrambled faith,
just slightly fried
Two rolls of what if,
beef not pork
a hot cup of desire,
desire for wealth
Open air office,
under a young acacia
job description?
Anything under the sky
Vehicle counting
Who’s winning,
the house on the hill
The dollar loosing. It shouldn’t
Shouldn’t the church be taxed?
Two glasses of cold craving
A steaming plate of wishes
Lightly steamed acrimony
A little chili of blame
Four scoops frosted,
home made laziness
A chef’s special d’sert,
damn the president
President is to blame
the acacia shade now a bed
A long nap will suffice,
after a busy day in office
snoring, drooling, dreaming
at peace with the status quo
Its six o’clock in the evening
Long journey home begins
Joining the massive human traffic
Traffic of the proud walking nation
A hot cup of bitterness
All he need to loose the jet lag
Its supper time, first the appetizer
A bowl of mushroom curse soup
A well filled plate of chimera
I should win a jackpot soon
A glass of home made hate juice
To hell with the government
Government can never be trusted
Early to bed… had a busy day
Suffers indigestion of virtual meals
Mercedes Benzes increased today
I should win that jackpot yesterday
Government can not be trusted
Important decision to make ‘morrow
Eat, live and sleep faith. just it
It’s a way o’ livin’, modus vivendi…
Mwangi Gituro©
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