His legs are streaky, his thoughts are bigoted,
His words are sugary, insincere, only frictional.
He's dramatic, thinks he's capable of creating
An impact wave, the waves fail to hit the shore.
Thinks himself as an intellectual, imposes himself
with the blunt sword made of mud
upon the poor folk.
Highly ungrateful, floats around trying to pocket
people he thinks he needs, sings songs of praise
While it becomes burial songs to true hearts.
If someone asks me to name him, I would only
call him as Mr. Hypocrite!
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2 thoughts on “A Pair of Effeminate Legs”
Great poem reminds me of a teacher lady of beauty with more con games than con artists of Nigeria!
Great poem reminds me of a teacher lady of beauty with more con games than con artists of Nigeria!
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The thoughts of a con mind would definitely remind one of many things, no wonder!
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