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    But the Holy Bible does not wish a working man with hands callused
    from the till of the land nothing but goodwill,
    does not wish long weary shadows
    trudging through the evening sunshine nothing but rest,
    does not say that dusky Mondays should
    find barstools sleeping on smooth tavern slabs.

    Overrated, Mondays leap restlessly
    As if to jumpstart inertia, the city
    crackles like the business end
    of a fake Cuban cigar; Monday comes
    tumbling in like a disrespectful second cousin.

    The chime of 4’o clock is where the day work docks, simply say, the day ebbs, stretches, lapses into its actual mode,
    the attitude of tired housewives before Librium, before paramours,  before redemptive divorces.

    The day staggers into a bar for beer
    because the Holy book does not wish a
    working man nothing but bliss.

    the Magunga
    Clinical Blues – by Dami Ajayi

    You can buy copy of Dami Ajayi’s poetry collection, Clinical Blues from theMagunga Bookstore. Simply click on the image below;

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    I am a medical doctor currently specializing in psychiatry. But this is just one of my interests. I am also a writer, a poet, a co-publisher of Saraba literary magazine and a music/film critic.

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    The Holy book does not wish a working man nothing but bliss!
    Awesome piece!👍

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