Sarcasm Poem by Emmanuel Kwabena Woyome

In my imaginations

Still I imagined

When deep within my thoughts,

I was caught thinking



I raped-

But my own virginity

And impregnated in the process-

My instincts with sheer sincerity



The living will live-

but once

While the dead,

May die but twice



In my bid to traverse-

Over the times troubles,

I crashed

And bowed in reverse



Fear teased my conscience

As insubordination nursed

At my feet-vengeance



I paid all of my dues

And yet owed so much



Hence, in my desire to experiment-

with life,

I traded my breath-

for a dead wife.