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Confessions of a Wicked Soul
The Confessions of a wicked Soul …………By Peter Onyancha
I am looking for a girl
Who is a little foolish, so I can fool with her
A girl, incautious, to flip
A girl who never reasons, when I give my reasons
She will not be rude when I am crude
One I will insult, and she won’t sulk
Warm at heart, when I raise the heat
But she, oh yes
Must be meek and weak at heart
And quick to quench my kinky time
Constant conversing, distant canvassing
My way is the way, anyway
Where? Here –
What? Your Service, Sir
When? Your Command, King
Ok, come? I am coming!
I am looking for this girl
Now, How –
They say I must chase her
With my soul; the whole of it
Ah! The soul is never given in part
But in whole; the whole soul
Tell me, one thing
Can I lie I do not have a soul
Just for her, for her only
For my sake’s sake
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