By: Sulayman Jeng UK
Like a fool Rolling in wool Stood his cool Believing the untoward Compellingly backward Is but a coward.
All he did was believe The untoward Has heard it Presented anew Like a conflicted jury Poised to play it safe.
A speaking greatness At the dog’s house Prayed the scriptures Lighten the darkness Onto downhill.
Like unanswered questions Unmaking sense The untoward In disbelief believed Rolling in wool Is not after all cool.
Suddenly The untoward Like a head hog on the trough Nodded Yes, porky the fool Is not random.