Sunday, 4 June 2017


Blew my nose with your facebook page. I had no choice,
Dismissed your act on stage, uh what an appalling voice,
You're dragged into this? No... You're drugged, into this,
If patience pays, your pledge. It is time to earn my wage.
We could've done better if we'd rehearsed well backstage,
If not in a bottle, then, we can't hold this genie in a cage.

"If Not In A Bottle"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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