The queue here
Has always been
The hedge lining
Governors Lounge
Though the flies here
Never have butter to it.

That the man closes the door
Doesn’t mean he keeps secret
He isn’t even a type who
Mingles with secrets

To push out dirt
From one’s bottom
Is not a secret though
Only a dog can brag about it
With its dance and wag
But the man does not walk on four.


Gabriel Etim was born in 1998. He lives near Uyo, Nigeria. He is trying to develop an interest in writing, particularly poetry and prose.

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