A Wealthy Thief
At the end of your loins
Lies the valley of death and life,
Whose beginning road marks its end,
Whose sweat commands all that breed,
At the end of your loins
Lies the king of your parts,
A thing that ridicule all on sight,
A spell that compels before it is cast.
At the end of your loins
Lies the most handsome in you,
A free gift with costly associstes,
It gives joy like morning dew.
There is a burning fire at your loin's end
An old thing that brings new feelings
A joker with a hard face,
I know a wealthy thief between your thighs.
There is a traveling light beneath your belly,
We see the light source but its ray is massive,
It lightens wherever it enslave
This poker could be cruel to itself and others.
I know a thing blessed by God
It was given it doom and paradise
This friend is defin as braveity with shallow brain
How clean you are but always gets stain.
Oh firm, hard beautiful thing
Can you ever get enough of things you do not need?
It is true without you giants are nothing,
But many that reigns before you also died of greed.
Oh precious, unique single being
*Get treated for your illness is known*
We know you are brave but do not eat faeces
Do not waste your sweat in the morning for the noon is yet to come.
©Yusuf Muyibat Avosuahi
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