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Hello, Sir Slumber
During the day you tease some
You tease them till they drool;
During your formal hours
You become a demon with two horns.
Without a fight,
You take away what the young one holds;
And when there is no headrest,
You let the old one throw his head away.
When you work with the breeze,
You work wonders
You tickle the storekeeper
Till the last good is looted.
When you lay your hands on some
They begin to buzz like bees;
Here is the world heavyweight champion
In the middle of my palms!
When life punches my face
I run to you for comfort;
But when I linger in your bosom,
You begin to hack me in bits.
@light
© Imole Olusanya
You tease them till they drool;
During your formal hours
You become a demon with two horns.
Without a fight,
You take away what the young one holds;
And when there is no headrest,
You let the old one throw his head away.
When you work with the breeze,
You work wonders
You tickle the storekeeper
Till the last good is looted.
When you lay your hands on some
They begin to buzz like bees;
Here is the world heavyweight champion
In the middle of my palms!
When life punches my face
I run to you for comfort;
But when I linger in your bosom,
You begin to hack me in bits.
@light
© Imole Olusanya
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