RUN THIS FOR ME
For so long I have waited for the moment of rapture
To give me a capture.
Waited for a real smile to throng my denture
But it has been such an esture.
They say you have in your hand, my future;
Please I plead for a kind gesture,
Give this issue, a cure.
Give victory to my side, a lure.
I know I am but just manure
But for the time being that I am of the human nature
Please can my existence not stink like some pile of ordure?
Why must it look like a wasteland instead of lush pasture?
Why must it experience so many-an-ugly rupture?
It is high-time this should be given a suture
Because it has been no less than a torture.
It was meant to be a beautiful adventure
But honestly from where I stand here, it is taking the guise of a wasted venture.
You did that of others and they were not half as unfortunate,
The nasty cookie of a hold up none of them ate.
So why should mine experience such bate?
Why would you make it belate
Even to such a late date?
Don't I deserve to be elate
If yes, why all these bombshells with a plan to frustrate?
Look at me, I have been standing so long at this gate
But somehow the whole vibe to keep up the chase is almost hebetate.
My mind is at the whole situation, irate
Because it is damn too late
To still be on this plate.
I need to be sate,
There is just one thing that will assure that state
And that is when on success's table, I am found situate.
Please run for me this package
For indeed, I need a movement to the next page
Make the accolades throng in a barrage.