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Some fishes asked me when will I retire.
Poetry's an act of making martyr;
Retirement will never be my attire
I will never wear it anywhere
Even when I'm old using staff as spare
I'll write on walls I see everywhere
Even when I'm old seeing only with left eye
Such predicament will be a theme to inspire
Even when I'm old sitting only by the fire
I'll make old age a theme to inspire
And fire higher and never retire
And help me tell all the human quagmire
My inspiration is burning a camp fire
Burning so wild going haywire
Like two naked intersected wire
My inspiration is sparking and kindling it's fire
Take a look at my inspiration is everywhere
when I cough, it is there
When I sneeze, it is there
When I cry, it is there
When I laugh, it is there
When I walk, it is there
When I stand, it is there
When I rage at things that make me angry
It is there
When I hunger for things that make me happy
It is there
I can't murder the inspiration I've acquired
In my medulla oblongata
My ejaculanta
In my hairs;
Inspiration is everywhere.
Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(soaring highly, not by might)