Cunningham Mbati


Lazy Reader


It's not bad life that makes me write
but it's the inspiration that makes me to be right
this is a given gift
that I will never let it fall on my left.

As young as ten
I wrote musical versus
until I realized it in my teen
that wasn't for me

They say writers are crazy
but I say readers are lazy
they say we will die early
but I believe you'll surfer your belly.

Books and pens stay with us
that we have little for our lives
our hair get plucked
but our brains make us genius.

So you think we don't have a life?
No, you choose a life
I speak what is in my mind
for you cannot write what you mind.

Life is a game you play to win
I win by writing facts
I get no pay
for I volunteer to say.

I will live poor
but I will never die poor.

Submitted: Saturday, January 25, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 25, 2014

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