Treasure Island

Edward Kofi Louis

(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

1 Divided By 2 Equals To 0.5


At the corridor,
Of the dispute,
Corruption and failure!
Site, mite, white, bite, kite, quite, rite, write, cite;
A widow's mite,
Cleanup,
Of such things,
I have told you before! !
Because,1 divided by 2 equals to 0.5.

Who's who? !
Strife, rife, wife, knife, life;
But, take me along wherever you go!
Fit, hit, bit, sit, merit, grit, wit, whit, kit, pit;
For, there is nothing you can do to correct them! !
But, to c´hange the subject is much needed.

Possible, able, comfortable, table, stable, cable, marble!
But with a lot of progress;
However,1 divided by 2 equals to 0.5! !
And, we need to learn from this dispute.

Submitted: Thursday, October 18, 2012
Edited: Thursday, October 18, 2012
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