The Foul Mouthed
Foul mouthed he was,foul mouthed he was called,
A beast with words,an obsession he wards,
South is his tone,without a fear to his baritone,
A grave his tongue digs,for him he'll only sink.
Copyright © Ramatu Suleiman | Year Posted 2023
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