Simon Mwila Poems

Fame, Blame, Shame
Two of which you'd never want attached to your name

Take this as a poem instead of a bunch of rhymes
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In the silence of darkness I'm listening to the neighbour's generator. It has this strong gentle hum, changing patterns, keys almost, periodically.

The hum helps me contemplate, rhythmic, like bars on an 8 track, a boom bap even.
For it is gentle flowing like that Fugees gal, taking my soul prisoner with the words in her song. She's not killing me, but the soothing monotony it might send me to sleep, maybe rid me of a migraine I've had for ten hrs.
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