You're no longer an infant,
now you need no one for you to be vigilant.
Look, you've gone bearded,
but you stare at waists , beaded .
For a dunghill wrapped in flesh, you care,
and a room of farts and fats you fear.

When you all the day, work out in the rain
your necks gon' swindled like the cranes,
yet you spend on things that is vain
you sow and plant , then boom!!!, No gain.....
your heart has been fastened to her buttocks by her chain.
the priest who preached heaven now craves thing, mundane.

She whimpers and whispers ,
she calls out for wandering souls.....
E'en the saints were made sinners,
Living creatures, ghouls.
Her dane gun of seduction, she triggers
her oil of enticement flows.

Your "euros" and "dollars"
you lavish and squander at the dance floor,
You gone wild and even mad,
at the lustful tour,
and all the proceedings of your "easy" n "hard"
lies at the seductress door.

Spend wisely,
never you follow the ass sheepishly,
neither abound with peeps who run after boogies foolishly,
but you shall love what you are destined to have,
cause God himself, had carve.....
.....for she who has an ass and she who does not have.


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© ABIMBOLA TML