When you are wealthy:
Many shall be your friends and
Few shall be your fans and;
All will be your death.

Is this life I seek
Is this purity I recall
Is this love I felt
Is this death I ordered
And If i could write them all,

The blind goose with a solemn hear
White, pure and goes on and on and
But without the trails of the rest
All she ever sees was darkness,
Darkness –this long parable and na

Is this it
Is this love or desperation
Is this how it feels to be dunked
Empty bowl
My heart never really flutters

All this
Is
Just
A front
Am

A relationship without love is lik
Disco of sex, a music, a carpeted
And army of glitzy light of nothin
But a waste of one’s effort to suc
Perhaps love is easy to frisk

All i see is vain
The vain of a callous step father
The vain of two truthful drunks
The vain of a petty elder lady
The vain of a mosque shoe thieves

Now, have you seen?
The black mane of a dark horse
As it slithers and kiss the marble
Now the whore petticoat, cloaks an
On a starry night whispers its oat

Nothing is worth writing About
until something Is worth reading a

There is just only
One thing
Separating
Me and my
Bad habits