Poetry is what surrounds you, the air you breath, the the golden sunset you see, the chirping birds you hear, yet the wind that blows off your clothes such that we see your naked mind.
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simonpoetically: I WRITE.......
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Thursday, December 15, 2011
DIARY OF A HARLOT
His touch was not tender
Far from his puffy wallet
Even further from that of my regular client;
The stinky mason with rough hands
Yet I had to bear with it
Bear with his big ego, corruption money, indifferent heart....
Bear with his careless libido
As he roughed me up on the prado's backseat
His elderly driver seemed ashamed
Of I his daughters age-mate,
A blend of imported cologne and wine
Suffocated me as he struggled to kiss me
I so unwilling
Of course I had not brushed stench of weed and cheap gutter liquor
Off my mouth for sometime.
Now as I watch him on the television
Clad in a starched Italian suit
Ebbing out queens English
Contributing to the Anti-prostitution bill
I smile recalling his wild moans
He called a woman's name, may be the wife's
Or another hooker from another day
He promised me a re-match
To match a fat cheque to shut my gossip mouth
Of course gossip could ruin his political fortunes
He also promised me a job as a senior noisemaker
Mandated to sing his praises all through
Come next general erection.
Far from his puffy wallet
Even further from that of my regular client;
The stinky mason with rough hands
Yet I had to bear with it
Bear with his big ego, corruption money, indifferent heart....
Bear with his careless libido
As he roughed me up on the prado's backseat
His elderly driver seemed ashamed
Of I his daughters age-mate,
A blend of imported cologne and wine
Suffocated me as he struggled to kiss me
I so unwilling
Of course I had not brushed stench of weed and cheap gutter liquor
Off my mouth for sometime.
Now as I watch him on the television
Clad in a starched Italian suit
Ebbing out queens English
Contributing to the Anti-prostitution bill
I smile recalling his wild moans
He called a woman's name, may be the wife's
Or another hooker from another day
He promised me a re-match
To match a fat cheque to shut my gossip mouth
Of course gossip could ruin his political fortunes
He also promised me a job as a senior noisemaker
Mandated to sing his praises all through
Come next general erection.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
TRIBE-ULTIMATE-BRIBE BREED OF A NATION
Bundles of notes won't do better
Feminine sex appeal won't either
The threshold is obscenely higher
Whenever public bandits are out to hire.
Tire not dragging a million academic reams
Their dusty weight's out of any-help realm
More so, it could dim the gleam
Where competition thwarts ethnocentric status dreams.
More than enough is lingual inclination
Well, if it rhymes with the epicentre
Of public resource mis-allocation
Surname is the key to fortunes beyond imagination.
Woe unto a people oppressed in mis-representation
In this tribe-ultimate-bribe breed of a nation.
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