Like a typhoon..
By a tycoon.
Life is a fliker, a fluker, a cheater,
Like a cheetah,
It plays you around,
In its own shadow,
On a canoe with a shadoof!
It excites and enchants,
As Shakespear once said…
Its sad,
A melancholy like when i lost mulokole,
The man who never got saved at all, sorry.
I once, not for sure, kissed a 50 year old,
Woman, a woman whose lips were sticky,
That i almost got stuck with her,
And not in her,
While at the age of 27,
Like M7,
She got excited,
That i emerged with millet chaff in and between my teeth, with Twiine,
Did we share?
That was the next day…
What a fair day,
Then i chanced on this shadow of life,
A lady in her mid 40s,
With two or so nieces,
With common nuances!…
Aweeee,
A devorcee,
With the Amcee,
Whose head was almost mental case..
We ended at a clinic called Case,
With her suitcase..
I abandoned the chase!
In this unforgattable chase,
It was a game of chess !
What a heave on my chest!
Chestity!
I regretted, abandoning the seminary,
May be or may be not,
I would have married Mary,
The Girl with a gap between her teeth,
And her legs..
ON THE PULPIT
