DOCTOR PHILOSOPHY
A philosopher is not a bastard of this race,
His flying thoughts may be but much of radicalism.
At a time, he laughs at you;
Then it's not odd,
He saw a little...
Of this, these, that and those
With which he calculated the art of life
And other journeys alike,
He arrived at the future of now.
In the past, he was correct about today;
Hell is here, hell is there;
So he chose to smile when people feel the heat,
He knew that we've all been sent to the heck
But why? It's an answerless question
Yet he handles the bits
When he sees you feel you possess the whole,
He laughs again!
©Dauda Onawola
A philosopher is not a bastard of this race,
His flying thoughts may be but much of radicalism.
At a time, he laughs at you;
Then it's not odd,
He saw a little...
Of this, these, that and those
With which he calculated the art of life
And other journeys alike,
He arrived at the future of now.
In the past, he was correct about today;
Hell is here, hell is there;
So he chose to smile when people feel the heat,
He knew that we've all been sent to the heck
But why? It's an answerless question
Yet he handles the bits
When he sees you feel you possess the whole,
He laughs again!
©Dauda Onawola
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