The Sweet And Sour Poem by Anthony Ominiabohs

Look! oh look
So much
I will you to see
The dreams that drive on wheels
moving too fast to recall
The eyes that travel at will
Seeing nothing at all.

Oh, how i wish...

The thrills, the sinful thrills
The regrets; always sincere
Mounting like ants on a crumb
The fiendish rogue
Dressed in satin
Playing god with an evil grin.

The bandage must fall!
See oh ears
If eyes still sleep
Dust the dirt from nostrils
Lest it chokes u of breath
Quench the ardour of self
That still reeks you
Wakeup and see.