UNTRAINED MIND

Mine is just to pen down nonsense stories
To ease societal worries
Such that the rest will be for the experts
To peruse, analyse and assert
The wrongs from the right
In what l stop over to write

After all, my mind is not thereto trained
But that inward impulsion can't be explained
As the words gushes out and flood with ink
Splashing on warped paper as if l don't think
Making the lines staggering like a drunk in his stupor
Walking with the legs heavier than he could bear them off the floor

(c) Munemume Ebitimi Arthur

(Untrained Pen -070421)

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