Saturday, 20 August 2016


Smoking on a lollipop,
Sucking on a cigarette,
Dosing off on hip-hop,
Jamming on 90's blues,
Raining up the ground,
Dusting, down the sky,
Roof that floor, get it?
Floor that roof, get it?
Spare, a stranger's life,
At a cost of a brother's,
Read me a scary story,
Hm, kiss me goodnight,
Will you ever, be sorry,
For ruining a dear night,
Mesmerized by billions?
Their counts start at one,
If I was never rained on,
I would never know that,
Umbrellas do hold magic.

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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