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our population is just plus 1.

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they loved to the square of infinity
but her family's norm is religious
and their modern fossil rots in sadness —
because he's not their type nor does he have
a big pocket yet with an handsome dream...

her fam'ly isn't hungry, just famished
and perhaps wants to make a name with rich
homes. but she wants to live and not to die
but her father writes her off when she eloped... —
her father whom she loved before her birth.

he did her final rites like a ram's death,
hanged a wreath on her image as of soft
curling smoke in the cloud. her father did.
who buries the living to live as dead?
who digs six feet, 2 yards for the living?

_____
norms
        norms
                 norms
norms does, live long norms, kill all the living.
norms does, live longer as methuselah.
—————

she developed brain tumult, lived a pain-
filled eye, who will not die after ' buried?
think i well, i'll sink in a blink of an ink
and lay a good example for people.
i mean, i'm wrong at a wrong place to teach.

____
norms
         norms
                  norms
i will not kill but i will kill myself.
norms cannot kill me, i will kill myself.
—————

he loved her, he will not kill, he will die.
let the song sing and drums beat, let beads dance;
norms did it all, the fam'ly is broken,
see, our population is just plus 1.
our norms that hurt us, is just a genius.

Prepare her iced body, this is just a
parturition of a new birth, yea, death.
no siren, just eat and be glad at her
resting place, yet she's not resting, she's mourned
by her lover, norm is just a genius.

and our population is just plus 1.

Akinwale Peace Akindayo
Philip Peace
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