Fishers of Men

FISHERS OF MEN Thy tender lips speak seduction Thy eyes as charming as the stars Thy buttocks a drummer's vibe Thy thoughts lingers on a man's wealth Thy love buried beneath the abyss of lies Thy heart as slippery as an okra soup Doesn't last a second in one hand A hand full of men thou desires One goes and thou finds another to fill in Money unto money thy ambition Fish men and eat them dry The electrocuted fishes shock out thy pants Woe unto thee ! Devil's fisherman ©Kporho Vwede Daniel Ig: General _ali _ official All rights reserved