Exquisite definition of porcelain skin.
Cosmetic, betraying what is within.
Creepy scars of emotional drain
Entirely based on self-disdain.
Devoid of pleasure dispensed,
Elastic features unrecompensed.
Neon lights that flash of guilt
Tantamount to dying daisy's wilt.
Evermore in sadness reigns
Scary images wrapped in chains.
Initially and suddenly rises
Action that eventually excises
Smiles not natural, likelier disgrace,
Tears belie that faience face.
It ca have been in Costa Rica
Or much likelier God’s America…
Perhaps in Europe’s calmer Britain
But we know he fires shots: Briton…
A female Nigerian car owner
Had negotiated a road’s corner
And run into some immobile car
While she still had a final stop far…
She should have just tried a “Hello”
And “May I help you, Nice Fellow;”
No! fingers quick to find her car’s horn,
She sounding the thing, mind free of scorn…
“Then, she heard it but made sure ‘No shout:’
Try it again I blow your brains out!”
The white had made sure she saw his gun,
Looking like it’d wanted the thing done…
High time i did their studio voicing
To ignite a genuine rejoicing
Over verses dismissed like Virus
And by Sun Magaz The Mysterious,
Poet making out as The Deleterious.
For all he might seem Boisterous...
But Good Producers gasp for cash,
Here in Nigeria ‘dying to smash;’
Rare knocks at their doors for sought job,
Even as they bear he names like Bob,
Planning to it complete with Marley
Or if it’d trouble cause Barley…
Yet, Reader can The poet’s Voice pick
Theirs quite likelier for The Task click;
Wasn’t there A Dolly Parton’s song
A Whitney Houston’s gave Bigger throng?
At the fruit stand, in a box,
Were melons that, to me,
Were unfamiliar, not the
Ones I’m likelier to see.
No cantaloupes? No honeydews?
The fruit guy shook his head,
But pointed to the box which held
The green-skinned ones instead.
They weren’t watermelons, so
I asked what they were named.
The fruit man and his partner spoke
(Not English) and exclaimed:
“They’re called the sweetest melons.
You should try them – 2 for 5.”
I bought one (for 3 bucks) in hopes
That fruit men don’t connive.
I found it very strange, though,
That the produce in the cart
Goes by names the fruit men cannot
To their customers impart.
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