Molly by Francis Mukiibi (Secretary)

Molly

Oh no, little Molly is gone,

I called a couple times but never got onto the phone,

My mind’s been going through the motions while stuck up at home,

The thought of her up in some alley afraid and alone,

Where some frenetic men will probably kick off a brawl,

Because she’s the package and they’re paying good money for Mol,

It’s sad; my only girl is being placed up onto the stall…

Now see I’ve got my brother Charlie; he isn’t the same,

He’s stuck around too long; he’s starting to mess with my brain,

He has me cracking up, causing me to vomit sour,

It’s like my mind’s a cannon, Charlie would play the gunpowder,

I hear him talk, but little Molly just screams a bit louder,

And while this happens, in my mind I’m just wondering how the

Hell do I keep Molly calling until I’ve found her…

#Poetry