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Before you say: Its not worth it.
*BEFORE YOU SAY: “IT IS NOT WORTH IT”* Gazing at the blacks on my white leaf For a voyage to the East; I had to leave Why was it so hard I could believe? But being a _“Call-up_ to duty To the Hilltop; the _Coal City_ My way all from the _Pace-Setter_ Could it be other than my own _Letter_? Encomium to the Lord for this given As distant this, not as even heaven! Till and after the hours next eleven An encounter of a zigzagging flight The daylight became a gloomy night When the dusk was almost its dawn A son of man famished up and down Punctured the heart of my weary brawn To and fro ply to no bearing an angle Mapping our plight all thro' to Google At last: welcome myself to _Awgu_ Mulling over the afore struggle; This! an asylum for the beasts? ...Oh no! it is not worth it! _Whari-heck-cum-wharis-this_ Was I yearning for what is dandy Wanting to go back to mum and daddy Un-lucky me, it is for now a tad tardy They say: the weeks are of three And we must double up in three(s) Two-and-one (21) days are also three For many a leaf make up a tree Then I have my _Kay three-three_ (33k) _Eeh You!_ _Last man!_ _Double up!_ _Everybody Squat down!_ The _cadets_ needed not to calm down My legs wriggled Left-Right as is And unable more to stand at ease Still must I be alertly at attention The cool ambiance was one of tension After three elevens, FGN! what of pension? My soul and flesh almost fainted Wherein was all force _Regimented_ As I stood still for a while You are all here to be agile Go away! If you are fragile Scorched: that as _Under the sun_ Mindless of whose daughter and son Drenched: _And in the rain_ myself i mourn I recall donning the shorts of white dress What do we say to _Replace Hair-dress_ A loaf with the sugary browned-water The sour taste of sweety condiments The serially concocted honey beans The softened stone-like “swallows” The reddened yellowish porridges A day to Monday _Oryza sativa_ Our “starvingly sumptuous sweetmeats” _Passing Out_ of this “prison” of _Parade_ A recap of the _Unarmed Combat charade_ The phase of agility and _No Compromise_ _Self defense_ on a Street fight is as all fun and amazing _Breaking the block_ of the _Pyramid,_ even on _Horse Riding_ Shortly, the world is _coronally_ falling _Viru-sick_ Getting a “pause” from the ravaging pandemic Loss for the all, is the fiercely quickie-hooky As hopefulness became jejune and emptied was I still my way _allawee-d_ and salaried? ...had I not say it is not worth it... When on my yearning to be more skilled I met a chap namely the word _SA-ED_ Discovering the know-more of my creative self A _Multipurpose_ one _Hall_ to better oneself Did you hear me say now it is not worth it? The experiences he somewhat garnered The “tongue” she likely have added The well crossed are their hurdles Are all but our exceptional bundles Worth not saying it is not worth it Before you say it is not worth it Eat then your cake and let’s have it With you and me, I say: well is it By the Supreme One: and so be it Having still a talk to say beneath: When the heart is aimlessly roaming The emotion is of its ally:wandering A _Youth_ got a “Consort” as _Service_ take-home One who found his *alter ego* to his Rome? can he then now boast it is not worth it?...
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