Post by Admin on Jul 3, 2016 9:19:01 GMT
Like a butterless bread
Tasteless, but can still steal your breath
No gimmick, just rude lyrics
Much like the greats that I try to mimic
The likes of Bukowski and Robert frost
It’s a cold harsh world
As if it’s covered in snow
To escape reality, great writers live in their heads
And by that curse they die alone
So as I live and breath
In this house of mine
I look out the windows
At the proud Malawian sun
And I wonder why the glasses are covered in frost
Ron Lifikilo is a first year student pursuing a Bachelor of Science Degree in Agricultural and Applied Economics at Lilongwe University of Agriculture and Natural Resources.
Tasteless, but can still steal your breath
No gimmick, just rude lyrics
Much like the greats that I try to mimic
The likes of Bukowski and Robert frost
It’s a cold harsh world
As if it’s covered in snow
To escape reality, great writers live in their heads
And by that curse they die alone
So as I live and breath
In this house of mine
I look out the windows
At the proud Malawian sun
And I wonder why the glasses are covered in frost
Ron Lifikilo is a first year student pursuing a Bachelor of Science Degree in Agricultural and Applied Economics at Lilongwe University of Agriculture and Natural Resources.