Thought beauty meant beautiful
Was wrong; they are different things
Thought flair connects to class
This case they are not proportional
Thought when you possess a gun
You could shoot and penetrate
Surprised, the gun is "bulletless"
It is an arsenal without weaponry
All promises with little delivery
Names without character
Bodies that lost their spirits
All works, but meager results
OLANIYI G. AKANJI
© 2014
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