Femi Joey Oloidi Poet Classicism

The Body You Are Afraid To Lose

A cry is the harvest of the body.
Blood and sweat is the lord of the 
body.
Breath is the earth of the body.
Flesh is the bread of the body.
Skin is a second hand blanket for the 
body.
The head is the kingdom of the 
body.
The bone is the next of kin of the 
body.
The knee is the shock absorber of 
the body.
The leg is the chopstick of the body.
The hand is the door of the body.
The feet is the root of the body.
The eyes are the tinted window of 
the body.
The nose is the mouth of the body, 
while the mouth is the oven of the 
body.
The ear is the voice of the body, 
while voice is the ears of the body.
The belly is the Micro-finance bank of 
the body.
The bottom is the kitchen of the 
body.
The private parts are the oil and 
juice factory of the body, while the 
brain is the wings of the body,
which brings pain, if misused. 
The heart is the clock of the body.
Shadow is the April fool of the body.
The teeth are the padlock of the 
body.
Because when the final whistle is 
blown, it gladly locks up the body 
that you're are afraid to lose, and 
the back becomes the floor of the 
body.
Don't guide your body with all your 
life. Rather guide your niceness with 
all your life. Because niceness is the 
purest laughter which the deaf can 
see and the blind can hear.
 
Gotten from my new book 'Shoeless 
Night'.

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