Advert Poem by Otatade IseghohiOkojie

Hard working man
fills father's shoes,
His working week,
His sunday blues,
Early to rise,
and eager to roast,
his secret ambitions
Are desperate to
boast,
Have you forgotten me?
They awe on
long journeys,
conflict in mind
Like Chaos's attorney
Forgotten our school days,
Forgiven our dreams,
Remixing a future,
This day is your liar
You want more
It's what you said
Outside the school
Being snobbed
by the head,
These makeshift plans,
are already changing,
The futures not smiling
She's busy
complaining,
About boys,
whose shoes now are
missing,
The wife in the bed,
he's tired of
Kissing,
Uniform shadows,
and face with no eyes,
Chalk as a format,
Life holds no surprise,
For the old man
now,
with rotten ambition,
Its brass metal stench,
leaves
guilty amunition

Otatade Iseghohi Okojie