Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

The devil was at work this day
I remember the wicked thoughts I had planned
I had planned evil but not of this intensity
This wasn't my production anymore
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I met a friend
She was from a foreign motherland
Her face like the diamonds of Kinshasa
With a smile so perfect like the lands of Eithiopia
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Our computers
Which runs using Windows 8
Thy software be upgraded
Before viruses come
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The Constitution is a prostitute
Whoever has money that day gets a date
It's called the best lawyer policy
Ever conveyed a message to your honour using a government lawyer
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I know you may try to be looking for verbal irony in this context
Don't waste your time
It's as direct as it utters
This crooked world has tumbled to the dogs
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Fair's fair
Not coming off as all cultural justly
We all face the same influenza
Will make it plain and gullible
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I work as an accountant
We all know how they try to manipulate us
The school leavers
Degreed but nothing to show about it
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Today has changed us or them
Im not sure if I can call myself part of them or I'm on my own
I think I'm worse
Not being judgemental but saying it as it is
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As I go to work
My neighbour's kid envies me
I've enslaved myself in this capitalistic prison
Does he know?
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Im at this rock concert
Electrified atmosphere
So is the mood
I can barely feel my legs
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I do not want you to go through what I did
But how can I arrive to such a destination
You would definitely same pole magnetically repel what I tell you
It's not something that I can ever force on you
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My demon is so accommodative
With emphasis
That's what I like about it
But I hate it more
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I hold the keys to her future
Yet I put a map of hell in her pocket
And she said im pregnant
It was harder think straight with a hard boner
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True to say
Every pyschomental is present
There is always a myth behind
He was intelligent
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I wake up to this scaring taste
There is some liquid taste in my mouth
Drunk and half guessing
Obviously the haemoglobin filled liquid
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This is hell and I don't mean it hyperbolically
If heaven was my father's haven
Would I go back home?
I doubt it
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My dictionary has no one word to describe Paris
Her face smells the aroma of freshly baked Muffin
Yes she is My Heart Beat
Meet the Paris of my life
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As anger and fear strikes me like an ice cold waves
I feel this wrath against my friend
He feels proud after his last night fight with the marquis
I personally dismantled his ego with my fists
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I love him because he was my first
He took it mercilessly and I wanted him to
I wanted to keep him that all I know
For me he was e value owner
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Her work marred by incompetence
I called her to my office not on good terms
Talk about work
One of my junior supervisors left for greener pastures
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