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Bright morning, bright apparel. Beautiful gait down the crude road; Shoulders and head placed pretty high. A brisk toil around the petty officers of unbleached hypocrisy My spirit evaded my mind, And me, fixated on wantonness; Waiting for boredom to dissipate, as Procrastination take possession of my spirit. Having sent cognition to the play ground, My retinas beckoned on the concierge for recess and distraction. And my jolly eyes already consented to this gathering of perfidy. Oh i begrudge you, you superfluous meeting! Speeches and eloquence, like new lovers, teamed up to seek voices from trachea as they thread the olfactory paths. Silence, mother of all listeners, mockers, and  guilt-stricken fellows, cowed our tongues into submission. Like a coy draft-dodger facing the bench, an auto-search for alibis escaped his bastion breeding pa ranoia, obscurity and petty commands; please welcome the fear of shame. Behind my desk...

Wait let me paint you a scenario: We both were given jewels: diamond; and had no restrictions on what to do with it. So you had yours cut into different sizes and shapes to serve as earrings, neck, hand and leg chains. Good enough, the chunk of diamond was big enough to even get your car wheels and drinking mugs studded with it. And when you didn't know what to do with the rest, you left it displayed in a bullet proof see through glass in your sitting room. Diamond spoke in clear terms in your living room, car and dressing. To all of these, people went green with envy but they still 'famzed' you all the same (tried so hard to be your friend). You had unsolicited praises of your wealth sung and you were tagged 'most expensive' or 'most luxurious'. As for me, I simply kept mine in the bank while the value appreciated. People hardly knew I had diamonds. Hence, there was no cause for jealousy, envy, 'famzing', covetousness or praises. Then a li...