Literary Journal - The Muse - Dominican Academy

truth, you want? Desire it as fervently as you wish, for it is but another false hope,
engraved into that thick skull of yours, giving you another breath but
simultaneously taking away two. Is it the truth you want then? Well, try this for
truth: You‟re in a living hell and there’s no way out.
That Mop Man
By: Oyshi Nabi
I always see that man who sells mops.
I see him as I walk some dogs,
As I grab a soda from the corner shop,
As I pass by through the fog.
That man who sells those mops,
He sells his mops all year long
He helps others clean their glops.
Often, one can hear him singing a song.
One day I decided to talk
To the man who sells those mops.
He had quite an interesting story to tell,
Incidents with quirks and intricate hops.
It is interesting what you can pass,
Every day and not truly know.
So do not take things for granted lass,
And make everyone a friend and not a foe.