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They want me dead or alive, They want to take me down by surprise Call and ask the coroner, To find out what’s keeping them in the corner, They are scared to own up Bodies scattered all over the ground, What’s the cause of the death Mr Coroner? …corona Huh, from where? China, Sir. B.Y.E. MARCH 

I HAVE HEARD, THEM SAY THAT THE AIR, IS NOT GOOD FOR HER AND ALL THOSE THOUGHTS IN HER HEAD, ARE JUST FANTASIES SO WEIRD BUT WHO CARES? WHO CARES? IF SHE DARES, TO SAIL LIKE AN EAGLE IN THE AIR WITH A FORCEFUL THRUST LIKE A SPEAR, WITH STYLE AND FLAIR WHO CARES? I HAVE HEARD, THEM SAY FOUL WORDS, ABOUT HER BUT WHO CARES? SHE IS A BRAVE GIRL, WHO DARES- TO GO FOR WHAT’S HERS SHE IS PRETTY AND FAIR, MOULDED WITH HONEY AND CARAMEL SHE MAKES LOVE HERE- AND THERE AS SHE SWAYS HER HAIR, IN A SEDUCTIVE MANNER AT THOSE WHO STARE, AT HER THEY ARE UNDER HER SPELL, SUCH A GEM! HER VISIONS ARE CRYSTAL CLEAR, FREE FROM ANY NIGHTMARES OR DESPAIR SHE EMBRACES AND REPAIRS, HER FEARS SHE WALKS WITH COURAGE ON EVERY STAIRS, SHE IS MY DEAR TO EVERY GIRL, OUT THERE IN THE WORLD YOU ARE A PEARL DON’T GIVE A DAMN, TO WHAT THEY SAID IF YOU WISH, GIVE THEM HELL IN THE END, THEY SHALL TELL, THE STRENGTH WITHIN YOUR SHELL. B.Y.E 20 MARCH

From both sides, You remain the same Intact Everything packaged Big, small, you come with various sizes, Love its tenderness No pillow as soft as such, A pillow cushioning my thoughts Up above you dangle When ripe, You bless us with your meals, Never forgetting your sweet lactating milk Sweeter than honey, No doubt You wipe away our tears, And seduce our fears You overcome us Regrettably not everyone, Knows how to hold you At times, we don’t get to know, The pain you go through The whole leaden feeling- You get We forget, That a sharp bite from us Pricks your heart It goes straight, You have been through a lot We only get attracted, Or disgusted By the sizes, In which you appear to us I hear my elders say, That they are coming to educate- Our siblings on sexuality education They want us to go astray, They want us to turn away From the body part, Which fed us Tell them to look well, They should look at these balls of hope, With or wit...

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