on an unsuspecting Thurday, last week of March
Well, would you have it? All the things I did not have on my agenda. Woke up to violent screaming, My neighbours' racist spectacle. Left the window open to let the light in --- and the verbal debauchery. I could use some unprecedented hatred as fuel. And my brain slept on campus, Dread was the last thing I knew. Before I started, you know ---- to get my steps in, Next thing I know, I flew! Bike and a red light ---- that evidently mattered little, Another case of hit and run, So the biker left its flailing target and bid adieu! And I waved back! To extend my clause of luck. I realised my injuries had all stuck to my right side. The side that means most to me --- Knocked up knees that had started to heal, Arms that had lost the charm of First time flying off a scooty. So I went home to my flat, crying on the lift up Stopped on the wrong floor and had to look up --- Ah, my bewitching landlord. Peered at my tears and called f...