Mona Lisa
Canvas of eternal adoration;
Man's best use of gouache -
What do you know, Mona?
That lurks beneath your smirk?
What do you conceal, Lisa?
Shrouded in the folds of enigma?
Your lips spurn the lust
Of jutting phalluses
Your eyes drill the soul
Of many a dubious folk
'Cause you know, you know -
What is it that you know?
Bards confess sage
At the touch of your radiance
Hands wield bristols
At the glimpse of your perfection
Supreme Mother of Creativity
From whose lips issue
The breath of Muse
Canvas of
eternal
adoration
Man's best
imitation.
Copyright © Oluwatobi Ogundiran | Year Posted 2012
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