Everything is down down.
Believe me down down.
Choot is down down.
Kuss is down down.
LuLi is also down.
(Master Of Arts)
The True God
I exclaimed in astonishment,
There was secular agreement!?
All the folks,
Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Gentile or Jew,
Christians and everyone,
They bowed before one god,
O’ bless us almighty lord,
Thou art the only hope,
Bless us before it is to late,
Bless us, bless us dear internet!
Save us from the site cookies,
End our suffering,
Accept our offering,
Increase our surfing speed,
Oh Lord bless us with a noble deed,
Bless us before it is to late,
Bless us, bless us dear internet!
“Save you I will!”
I am the key to knowledge,
I am the master of arts,
I am the source of inspiration,
I can end your starvation,
I am the answer of every question,
I am the means to the end,
Reality I can bend,
“Bless you I will”
“Bless you I will”
“Bless us he will,
By using our data for us,
By taking our passwords for us,
By leaking our data for us,
What use is such a god of,
Whose deeds are so gross?”
Said I,
Keeping my spirits high,
Keeping my Spirits High…..
“Hey, google, do my homework,
The net is important, this is no lie.!”
I've been told ...
It's not gold
With these farts
you are the master of arts
It is no crime
to spread smiles all the time
Poem of the day ...
if poop makes you sick, keep away
23.03.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Poem of the Week : 31.03.2019
African continent in my dream
Must be the most learned continent
Millions possess strong degrees
Obtained from various universities
Bachelor of Arts in creative miseries
Bachelor of Science in serial denials
Master of Arts in pure ignorance
Master of Science in durable sorrow
There are many doctoral degrees
Earned from Universities of hope
Awarded by the council of desire
After specialization in failed prayers
The degrees obtained by desire,
Are they of any value to this Africa?
Can they catapult Africa development?
Answers are deep in your heart!
Those offered only some education
Those ones denied all education
Children crashed in conflict zones
Babies who peep and go back home
The denied, the crashed, peepers
Go away with imaginary degrees
Bachelors, masters doctoral degrees
With wasted opportunities and loss
So it happens in African homeland
Who can redeem it if not the divine?
Silver tounge devil
You master of arts
Making promises of forever
Than ripping out hearts
You're a snake in the grass
Laying ready to strike
Looks can be deceiving
You're as deadly as your bite
Eyes from the Heavens
Body of a God
My life was perfect
Until you came along
A force to be reconed with
Leaving chaos in your path
You're a tsunami of lies
In which everyone drowns
You're day has come
You've met your match
Today is the day
I'm taking my heart back