I
used to stammer and also stutter
While
I was living in the sad gutter,
As
in socialising with the notorious
Rendering
my faculties as frivolous.
I
got paranoid of their endeavours
Searching
for their illicit treasures,
I
went on wayfaring while decaying
With
what they were conversing.
I
searched for myself suffering ill-health,
But
with a blessing of a wealth of stealth
I
have climbed to heights I’ve sought after
By
studying hard and duly being a grafter.
I
have now come out of my shell, from hell
Of
being susceptible to being quite unwell,
I
have overcome my revelations to delegations
Of
medical subjections for their observations.
©
Andrew Stevenson 20/06/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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