The Rumour Monger Poem by Tony Adah

The Rumour Monger



He pours his fruits in careless trifle
Like cheap apples on a toad
There's a heavy downpour of rain
And joys reigns on the throne
Of sedentary cripples
He tells tales
His mouth dry and spittle short
The world dismisses its pardon
Still nothing stops his act.

Saturday, July 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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