[Poetry] Isọkusọ

Like the way beer flows into a cup
As water meanders from the mountain top
Smooth on the tongue is the flow of wine
Smoother, is how words from my lips twine

Like the thrilling spirit in alcohol
My words gyrates the cerebral wall
My words would make Mesmer himself mesmerized
My Magnetic verses will keep him hypnotised

"Your mouth is like the taste of brown honey"
Said the lady my words made lonnie
"You'll really line girls up with no break of sweat"
Lol, if only she knows, pretty girls don't like Poets

Words may make a girl's pupils dilate
But money would make her tears reverberate
I may use words to paint pictures of riches
But at the sight of Gucci, Ha, her vagina twitches!!

See, this Poet has no clothes of fancy
Nor the swollen pockets to fulfill fantasies
He has words, _isọkusọ_, inspired by a muse
The muse, a pretty girl, that calls it all a ruse

See, this Poet will probably be seen alone
But not for once does he feel lonely
Because this poet has already found love
It's like a romantic song, the melody is lovely.

*____*
She cares not if my pockets shrinks
She smells nothing, even if my clothes stinks
She waits everyday with her leaves spread
Like a woman waits for a man on her bed

No matter how many times I poke her with my pen
She airs no pain, housing me in her den
Deep inside there is where my love lies
For she sees it all, my truthful lies

She hears it all, the _isọkusọ_ in my voice
She takes all verses, like she really has no choice
And the only time she open her lips, she says :
"LOrenz, pour out your heart"


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