Love Poem: How To Treat a Criminal
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Written by: Njeri Hunjeri

How To Treat a Criminal

I shouldn't be writing in my current state of mind
I shouldn't be typing, my fingers are all blind
Life is good over here, am falling like a log
Afraid to have balloons pop on my face, I'd cry like a frog

The pastor and his wife are so drunk
I shouldn't be feeling guilty, all is fun and funk
The treadmill over there, a life support for him
Has broken glasses all over, talk of a gym

The weather so beautiful as I sit over here in my cozy blanket
I shouldn't be writing about criminals, it's my bad habit
Of avoiding socialization, but I love integration
How to treat me, maybe an intervention