Poem -

poke poke poke and poke

when i am asked to poke,
the image of a dry,cone-shaped pastry
comes to my heart to wet my tongue.

when i am asked to poke,
while in cook islands,
an oceanic pudding refreshes my menu.

when i am asked to poke
while reading ender*,
"andrew 'ender' wiggin" appears before me
with ruthless and excessive ambition.

when i am asked to poke,
here on the very pages of facebook,
a soft soft software thuds
like a dull,heavy sound of an object
falling to the ground.

when i am asked to poke during a game,
i think i will win all my games
in a nostalgic nature,
to become the governor of poker,
till the whole of texas burst into laughter,
when they witness me fall.

when i am asked to poke in  hawaii
a raw fish appears
as an apparition of a relishing salad.

when i am asked to poke,
at oklahama,
an american athlete from the center of learning
mocked at me
and mimicked many times with my surname.

when i am asked to poke,
while in congo**,
i am blinked too
not knowing what to do,
not knowing what they utter.

and at length,
while i am asked to poke,
almost all the plants
like virginia poke,
were about to be a quick
perennial state.

and so i decided to poke you all
who ever demands one from me.
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*andrew 'ender' wiggin is the central character of the ender quartet and a constant presence in the bean quartet. brought into the international fleet's battle school for his immense potential as a commander of soldiers, he is eventually tricked into prosecuting the war against the formics, resulting in the almost-complete destruction of that race, and spends a good part of the remainder of his life attempting to find absolution for his unknowing act of xenocide by becoming a speaker for the dead.

**the poke language (also called puki, tofoke, topoke or tovoke), is in the soko–kele languages group of bantu languages.it is spoken by the topoke people of the tshopo district, isangi territory, in the democratic republic of the congo.

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