MY LACASERA

I listened to the winds and the sounds of chaos,
Placed in front of me by love and hatred;
Two delicious beings to devour,
I had love to actualize my whims and caprices,
But heaven kept calling my name,
To relieve my womb of its baby unborn

I have picked my spot perfectly well,
Where I could tell a tale of desires,
Sexy girl sitting in front of me,
With a twenty percent backside,
But I can’t kiss her lips,
Nor can I eat her tongue till romance end.

The story I continue,
Of how I was divorced from my wife,
Aisatou and Mariama who made my letter long,
So long that I got bored,
About their arts of women rights
A story already told of my divorced in-law.

And in the end I fell into a deep trance,
Spitting out elements of ignorance,
About suppurations and ethers that blur this poem,
They stop me from finishing my romance,
By torturing my womb of comfort,
And made me cut my story short.