'WHAT IS MY CASE?'
I need a sledge hammer
A pickaxe rather
May i not need a boulder?
Why is it like this?
So rigid and stiff
So tough and rough
It's just too hard to doff
To be prettified
By knowledge's gracious hand
May i not beseech Albert
That he may to me, impart
The secret of how he knew no little
May i not beseech Aristotle
To make overt the dern
Of his sapience and ken
Need i voyage to the past?
When my friend and pal
Smiles and exults
After seeing his results
He reads no much as i do
What is left For me to do
Dawn to dusk till after dark
Like the pilgriming clerk in Southwark
I stare at the leaves again and again
But now the result is woe again
Must i break it?
It that shields my brain
And by this i be not slain?
Must i break my spherical brain bone?
To stack in this tome?
Must i eat the books?
But eatable is not how it looks
Which word portrays my case?
Unbelievable?
Strange?
Special?... What other word?
Please tell me please...
What my case is
- ADEDOLAPO