Grapes Of Gall

The grapes of gall is being out of control and,
You are intoxicated already on this love!
Oh life, where are the true people on this earth?
Unpleasantness,
Of the workers of the demons;
Obsessive behaviour will lead you nowhere.
Cry! and let me find a way;
Sing! and let me be your lover;
For, to refute to repent is like Nimrod's Babylon!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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