Jesse Ojuka

These stop being fun after there’s no money to burn 
Truthfully, how much can one live on a dream 
They had when they were twelve 
Maybe my insults of lack of imagination 
Need to wear their owner.
Perhaps I need to explore a reinvention 
How painfull can a suit and office be to glee 
A mortgage to age my rage 
A page to sway and spray my decay 
Time ticking picks out .
Maybe it’s time for reinvention 
Become who mother dreams of shedding to her 
Phone calls over sees 
Lavishly one for me 
Then I can be silent as mud 
No need to try flood