"Are you happily married?"
"Yeah, but don't tell her my mouth eats varieties,"
A ten-year dark secret well-kept
Between you and me, dear friend.
Though nowadays the teeth are weak,
Sometimes it’s hard to chew—
they can no longer crack bones,
unless I get the right pill over the counter.
Still, it’s a secret you buried in your belly,
That the seed of polygamy took deep root in me,
With four bastards waiting for my will,
While your mouth stays sealed and my conscience pricks.
But please, let not a trace of this disgust
reach my wife’s ear—she’ll skin me alive.
My veiled loyalty must be buried with my casket,
That’s if you and she outlast my secret.
Seven sisters in topaz blue,
Dazzling in crystal Winter sky,
An eager hunter doth pursue;
Yet it's all in vain he doth try
To glory in polygamy
For gods said it's not meant to be!
Fire, Lightning and Love
Man of fire and lightning
What he touches, burns, sulfur
Righteous hard words twisted from his mouth
He smelts chains of steel to shackle and bind my soul
It is his desire to own me, master of my world
Two women, beauty diverse, lovely, both to be bound by chain, owned
Like wives, slaves, from centuries past, his women
One submits to him, her tears, she cries unheard
The other wild and untamed, breaks free
My soul, he will not enslave
Anger, I throw down the chains that bind
The possession of my heart, my soul
A gallant man, with his heart, his soul, I share
Dark nights I rest, dreaming
Sunlight I rise, searching
I am lured to him, a man, strength, his wisdom, his heart beats free
Not chains of steel which bind,
But rings of gold entwined into our hearts, forever is eternity
My burning heart, he gently takes, it is love
I am home
Not in my life will your head be raise
The Hitler beneath the tiles of Adam that roared it
All that goes around that its taste wants
With big small boobs and ass it can't fail to unlock
Getting them all in a house for the future doom
Not mine will I pray a foe to sway
Friends outside in a match colour attire
But slanderous talks against another all day routine
Orisa jekinpemeji obinrin kosi
That makes the second world war the best of its kind
Where men are seen walking dead humans
Why don't you build a ms pacmac's house than putting us in dismay.
No wonder it's said ile olorogun ile ariwo
No one would admits whose fault it lays
Could it be the man whose body is lust or the woman that is never submissive?
That the grave enrich herself through us
While those that ought to save millions of lives die with no hope
There is joy in polygamy neither do I pray to find myself in it
It's duty bound on mothers to guard their children till date lest they be walking dead fellows
Whatever you sow you shall reap.
In Praise of Polygamy
By Elton Camp
It’s not in the basic nature of a male
To limit himself to only one female
If, to be friendly, she doesn’t care
It’s a good idea if he has a spare
An idea that men like even more
Is if he has on hand three or four
One wife can be doing the cooking
While another is getting good looking
An outside job each wife can hold
Hand over her salary as she’s told
Multiple wives will do everything
To ensure hubby lives like a king
Built-in competition is really good
To make a wife do as she should
Polygamy can be a positive delight
So wrong for law to say it isn’t right
Since gay marriage states now approve
To legalize polygamy it would behoove
(I think I made a mistake in the title I gave this. That's why it got so few reads. For any who already read it, I apologize. This is a shameless attempt to garner more reads.)
In These Cases, We Have Judgment Here
By Elton Camp
There’s no need for laws to make polygamy a crime
Some protest, “We must deal with that ball of slime.
How can we let such wicked conduct unpunished be?”
But I have this to say, “Of so little faith are such as ye.”
A man who takes to himself more than a single wife
Gets punishment enough by his life filled with strife
Marrying only one wife will bring problems galore
To take on multiples will certainly bring many more
The polygamist will be so nagged and shoved about
That he should’ve stayed a bachelor, he won’t doubt
You needn’t bother passing laws, my righteous friend
Because this is a crime that’s self-punishing in the end
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