Mnemonic Poem by Nichola Okoro

The more I lack the turpitude I bargain
The more I amass the more righteous I preach
The more I give the more strenuous I become
The more I think the more I flexible
The more I laugh the more I cry
The more the wail the more the joy
Isn’t that proportionate?

The more I accumulate so I decummulate
And emulate the midget miser
And my dough beneath my bed ….oh
Beneath my pillow.I keep envisioning
It’s disappearance.And the nightmare
Is it avarice sibling?

The more I revere thinking I gain
Are all children but the age’s transform
The more we try to stature ourselves
Fate humbles us if only we have eyes
And the more we die the more we live?
The more I connect the more they disconnect
The more they evict, the more I inject the brouhaha
Oh...These existential shenanigans, the broad daylight
Have I often grasp effortlessly ‘cause life is clandestine
The more the lip speaks so it attests its eloquential lies
Are there persons who persuade?

The more they think thought controls deeds
Not for death.is it independent?