Sam madeyin

Moronic Angelica

A writer from Nigeria






Coarse as she catwalks the street bye
with the legs in like manners oafish
Fagged so a yobish
As she bumps ins
Elephants as she clumsy be
Nature By lumpen Ape-likening with no fine linens
I don't like a fatty girl
I won't curse another mans brute
And others windwhirl
Her pride but no mine
Am not thy maker

Am your hater since you were a uncultured
Go to the hell where your mate were
And the sepulcher, Ye go there!
Go you Uncouth
You are needed in they South
They want your face aground

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