The Bottle Is No Cure Poem by EZEKIEL MAU

Feelings of hawking the world
Stealing my very breath along
Pray the heaven I meet a saviour
Whom my dilemma should buy off this log

The product of sand and limestone,
they say can do a trick
Say it makes u feel free from
the prick

A friend even said 'As more hand-shakes you lift her with,
the more FREEIER you float'
Can this a truth be?

Why lie I then in this low sands of pain? !
Why let I my troubles heave on me a stain? !
It spans not as THE UNTOLD
Yet I let me die in shivers

(A huge sigh of relief proceeds) :

I gather the remains of my battered chest
With one hand on my brain as though I had a darted head
And lead my dooms way to the home of the fairy cell

Afar off I hear similar being Cheer with tumblers up
Then I claim a reassurance to
Join in the victors song
Hope it placate's my malady

Not too long my echo Is distant
Moment ago a stranger now I give stance
Brrrrosh aabeg k...ark! here, shark forget ya sOoorow o, abi you Nah yeeear say Orbi-J win fines girl for....... dis wild world?

The air is awakened by my stupidity
Stupidity that stands out
Who cares, your dentals won't win me a paste

I dive yet deeper in the pool that's depthless
Hoping to find enough quantum to revert my sentence
And then for the first time in a mile-ling
I discover that I am not swimming but drowning

How my pains grew aworse! ! !
Consciousness had just deluded me
But t'was rather too late to learn that THE BOTTLE IS NO CURE