Haunting Chat Poem by Calvin Nyangena
Haunting Chat
Why was it after all?
Beheld that beauty
Nothing so important as equity
But imaging that physique
Non-consideration of quality
The chat sprout guilty
It was fair my comrade
That your truth is killing
That i fed and am yet to fade
Fat is hell am knowing
A feeling dining from hell
An incident so coincident
That quality and quantity had it
Now a burden to bear.
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