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The touch of her mammal gland, Made the sensation move on to the key- Of the guitar, he held in his hand What a beat! Their warmth and breath Produced a melodious humming This prophesised well, They were cumming Brown and creamy- Skin These were the colours of the wood, And the strings The higher the moan, The higher tone Of the strings, On the guitar piece His firm grip on her, Silenced the atmosphere All could hear, What the guitar said This time, It was love Rock and roll, On the very cold floor Fender and Gibson couldn’t resist, They were into this, Wood and strings It’s all sound, As their hearts as they pound Honky tonks, Don’t get me wrong. B.Y.E.20 JANUARY

Searching for his manhood, He began to draw wet urine- On a wall in their neighbourhood The owner stormed out with fury Like Tyson, She struck him down with a blow as lightning Searching for his manhood, Johnny woke up to find his bed wet All the time, his story wasn’t good “I have done it again,” those were his words Like Tyson, This time, his mum struck him like lightning For Johnny, dreams do come true, Today he is a legend. B.Y.E. 20 FEBRUARY

He knew my story before publication, He knew the words before anyone's citation, He knew my performance before anyone's recitation, He knew me well, he knew his creation I am a perfect manuscript before him, Genuine with all the flaws and flairs, Filled with every emotion even fears Unlike the audience, he's appreciative He endures what they know not, To get me on the top spot, In every nook and cranny of their shops He endures what they know not, Only just what they've bought But for me the piece, My job is to keep me neat and clean Pure and wholesome, Complete Sadly, I turn to the audience In want of fame, Then drowned in shame When I don't get the latter, I become lame Laying all the blame- On him I forget that this life is a game, Waiting for me to play Thanks to the author, Like the potter He has shaped me better, Instilled a blazing sense of wisdom; my shelter For me not to falter, And for the others not to loiter He has...

I have found a heart, Who makes me smile like Kevin Hart Constant as the stars Powerful as a lightning flash I have found a heart, Which beats to its dance A heart true to its stance, A heart sending me into a deep trance I have found a heart, Dapper clean, 25 carats Healthy as the plants, Best performer of amazing stunts I have found a heart, Who knows the way to my mouth Which gives me ease like a fart, Sorry for that I have found a heart, Sticky and edible, starch I have found a heart, A 3-bedroom flat Self-contain, inna that I have found a heart, And no one can tear us apart She is the heart, Made by art I found this heart, In the museum I promise to be with her, From dawn to dusk My heart is in the Museum, And the museum is my wife. B.Y.E.20 FEBRUARY