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