Hmm, a class I see 

A crowd I think 

Walking down this road

Again just with the others.

 

I smell fire coming

From each angle of

This room right into

 My nose from a distance.

 

Keep your eyes on the ball

I said to myself getting

An eyeful of the room

I think it is what it is.

 

I mind my business and that's not

Your business but when you start

Minding your business in my business

That's when it becomes a problem.

 

Poet: Constance Mmesoma Adione

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A collection of fine poems that I wrote including this particular one you just read.
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