MY PRODIGAL HUSBAND
💦 My Prodigal Husband 💦
His lips was very sweet;
Like a man high on weed
His pocket was better;
Until everything became bitter.
He wishes not to sweat;
So he left and went into the streets
He eloped with some suger-mummy;
All because he needed some money.
He left without paying our bills;
I could not sleep without taking pills;
Each time I tried to lead my voice:
He will say I am only making noise.
Seventh months later;
The breeze blew him back like a letter
He is back like a matter;
Asking me to open my legs,
Do you not think I should break his head?
🤣😅🤣🤣😅
©Prince Ojoka
#WorldPoetryDay2026
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MY PRODIGAL HUSBAND
