Promiscuous Taste
Early in the morning, with dew on feet
Water water he is, the skin germinates
Own heart knocking, dancing on feet
Bouncing from lease, a breath to terminate
The young from school, you say no fear
In them your women, out in the naked
Before your reign stool, equal as you hear
You stood so fat, in things full tar
Flooding out endlessly, all your harvest
None cares you but, the lonely your sister
So die you hurriedly, forever for your taste
Copyright © Moses Kisiang'Ani Makhakha | Year Posted 2018
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