Chinedum Ekwobi Poet Rhyme

Bed Used Without Permission

So, you thought you have the right
To in my bed pass a night,
Not alone, with your lover,
Vulgar love-making brave,
Sensual pleasures coarsely crave…

You have my mattress defiled,
All night romances of the wild;
For hours with a pervert 
Who claims she is a convert.

Now, a discolored white sheet
I’ll gladly burn in the street
To Junk Press give a story
And have you shamed Miss Glory!

Bed used without permissions 
A sin not for remission.

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