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Hi,
I walk around naked in my room.
I enjoy eating multilingual meals
And often look forward to knowing
How make everything I eat.
Sometimes I wish I don't wake up
Eight hours before noon.
I often wonder what the termites
Will say if they found out that the wood
In ceiling wasn't greased with dead oil.
Most times I wonder why dead oil
Wasn't used to make roads when
Tar is considered expensive
And not an economic growth and
Development prerequisite.
Sometimes I wish I knew why
The sand is so patient with us.
How we spit and shit on it,
How we use it to build our shelter,
How we sweep it out of our homes
Every morning and shut our windows
When it comes with the wind...
Sometimes I wonder why we cannot
Feed on air, why we have to till
The same sand which we treat
With so much disdain.
When I look at the high mountains
I wonder why it is always filled and
Satisfied. Maybe it is because
Many people go visiting it out of
The goodness of their hearts and
Few make it back.
Most times I wonder why people
Sit around and Leave comments
About other people who have made it
In life saying 'How God has favored
Him'. 'How lucky this man is'. 'Oh,
Here is a man after God's own heart'
I wonder what makes us different.
I laugh when they say 'All fingers
Are not equal' but every man is given
An equal opportunity to succeed, but
Morals and cultures hinders prevail, sometimes.
I also wonder why cigarettes
Drive people insane,
Why alcohol reminds people of their
Short temper when they actually
Drink to forget. Sometimes I wish
I could walk around
The streets naked because
I didn't commit the original sin.
Why do people have to suffer for
The sins of their fathers.
I even wonder why owls hold
A congress upon my roof.
Why do demons peep through
My windows and look flabbergasted?
Is it my body or is it my mind?
Is it how ugly I am or it is
How much vision I pile up
For the morning? Do they wonder
Why an outcast like me sees light
Instead of the darkness
I was born into,
Why is my eyes a kaleidoscope?
Why is the other side of the wall
Which I intend to break so colorful?
'Why can't they see?'
I heard them whisper once.
I even wonder why my shotgun
Has no safety. Why it makes girls
scream before I pull and smile
after I've taken my shot.
Why my tongue would prefer
Eating from labial plates
whenever the sun goes to sleep.
Is it the moon? Or is it because
The best surprise shows only
in the dark? I love surprises
Like the look on my demon's face.
But like a fool,
I often wonder why
These thoughts cross
My mind like,
Why did the chicken cross the road?
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