Flirting, At Fifty and Five -BY BUAH DANSABE KUNI (Sir Dan)
At Fifty and Five,
there you are
flirting around with Teens
like a dog, who knows not his offspring
when it comes to satisfying her animalistic nature.
there you are
flirting around with Teens
like a dog, who knows not his offspring
when it comes to satisfying her animalistic nature.
At Fifty and Five
there you are
sprawling your Penis in Teens’ Scrotum
like a beheaded snake
whose body has no peace with its being.
At Fifty and Five
there you are
flicking fingers in Teens’ FORMS
like a sparrow, spawning with spade
whose song the society sings.
At Fifty and Five
there you are
turning your office to a brothel
with plumped Bevies
capable of daughtering your Being,
At Fifty and Five
there you are
counting first five flirt in a week
like an Idiotic Hen
counting its eggs before they are hatched.
At Fifty and Five
there you are
still in your Teen’s gene
flocking shamelessly with under Twenties
forgetting your almost “time-out” curiosity in women’s lap.
At Fifty and Five
there you are
teasing your flimsy limp with Teens
without thinking about Age that clocked responsibility on you.
You had better wake-up from this slumber of madness!
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