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Here, I might get more dislikes
Well, I choose to jettison your likes
For these truth that pinch like spikes
Though, some might squeak
At every sacred words I speak.
Please get an atom of responsiveness
Whilst my words raise your consciousness.
VERY HOT: MUSIC: Atumpan - Slay Mama
I will look more like a Cynic
If I muddle the panegyrics
Of your exquisite beauty
Whilst I discharge the duty
As bestowed by nature
To reduce this irratonality to a miniature.
With your voluptuous figure at sight
Men get stimulated to the greatest height
Lest I concur we’re all wonderfully made.
Funny enough, beauty and it’s intricacies fade.
But a positive impact stands the test of time
And good names buy honour without a dime
While spending plethora of hours on social media
Posting sultry pictures in clubs and bars all round the radial
Of life’s working clock
Amongst all flock.
With infantile and belittling subtitles
To you “Olori G – wire”, pepper dem gan, slay mama et al become titles.
With failure and poverty in somes’ sight to flay
In your heavy make-up and skimpy dress you slay
You’d be taken for nothing but play
As you tag every rich guys and men your fiance
With the future not at your glance
Please don’t feel broken
By the words I’ve just spoken
Now that you have the ability
Rise up to your utmost responsibility
As no man would like to end up with a liability
Hence, don’t feel sick
When you end up a side chick
After you might have warmed up his dick.
I leave you With these few words
That seems sharper than swords
Perhaps you get a rhapsode
Before you meet me in the next episode.
Of this wordy epistle.
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