His Motification Poem by chibuike nwokike

I stood right there in the corner pondering if to let it of my mind
Fiest i felt finish your pondering for tou must have an axe to grind
Then i felt to let my mind in peace and make my mind unblind
Non is impeccable that was my proding
To err on the side of mortifiation free was then the sting
I left my ponderr i hath decided i hath roll on the first track
My mouth forth ofloaded my mind, stood i was in the podioum
All mothes bellow and there dances made me felt 'oh let i go back
My eyes on the floor my palms on my face and flow of like sodioum
Finally left i the podioum full of remorse, not heeding to te first track
Then i 'wait there are pros, surely be better my next time in the podioum