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a poem by Chinedu Ichu
My weird neighbors
Have you
Ever thought of flushing
The toilet after midnight?
Its sound is louder
Than the thought of twisted evil
Half of the earth
Becomes soooo depressed
They begin to scuttle around
In search of another's cloned ear mops
Who would ever bother
Swinging from the spoke of a rusty clothes line?
When our apartment decides
It's right to venture into dream land
Heaps of recycled trash
Tumble noisily down
Flight of spiral-shaped stairs
Senile wooden screws
From its historic railing
Begin to go into massive cardiac
SOMEBODY CALL 911!!!
OH, SORRY, FORGOT
THIS IS THE AFRICAN CONTINENT
Can't stand this anymore
Come to think of it
The rent hasn't progressed
In fifteen years
Ever thought of flushing
The toilet after midnight?
Half of the earth
Becomes soooo depressed
They begin to scuttle around
In search of another's cloned ear mops
Swinging from the spoke of a rusty clothes line?
When our apartment decides
It's right to venture into dream land
Heaps of recycled trash
Flight of spiral-shaped stairs
Senile wooden screws
From its historic railing
Begin to go into massive cardiac
OH, SORRY, FORGOT
THIS IS THE AFRICAN CONTINENT
Come to think of it
The rent hasn't progressed
In fifteen years
© by Chinedu Ichu
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #18 ~ November 2011