Mr. Flesh (Part 1)
Mr Flesh or should I call you Miss Flesh?
I have always imagined that you are fresh
I am often confused as to your gender
Although I only know your shape to be slender
But atimes i feed you as fat as kungfu pander
You have made me a debtor to 'Mr Sin' the wicked Lender
I am at a loss as to Your true name
As many testify to your true fame
You are that extra hidden zero I need to write
You are that little lie i tell to boost my plight
Are you not that hate I have harboured against Mr. Bright?
You are that little look I peep through Monica's thigh
As I picture her with me through the night
You are that pride that wont make me light
And that greed that withholds my flight
I must now let you go
That my fellowship may grow
Or fail to hear Gods trumpet blow
A poem Written by;- Dumbili Chinonso Emmanuel.
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