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Strike the fatal blow with ma Poui.


Strike the fatal blow with ma Poui

   But ah outside whore!
   He promise no more outside love
   This have me fighting mad
   But every time he plant them lips
   Sweet, juicy. Here, there, everywhere
   Meh body does tremble so
   Lord ah can't help mehself.

   Ah feeling sweet.sweet
   ah goin crazy crazy
   Drowning in sweat love
   The man is a liar
   An inveterate liar
   A recidivistic liar
   Every promise he makes
   Every promise. Bounce
   Like a rubber cheque.

   It's no longer one lie
   He said, "'no more", at two
   The scamp now gone past three
   But meh body is hungry
   I "m stupid loving this man
   Takin" punches, can't dodge no more
   Comin' fast, too frequent, too mean
   Don't mind bruises. But not the lies
   He promised no more outside whores
   Yet, the vine produced an outside child
   But when he plant them lips
   Sweet, juicy. Here, there, everywhere
   Sadly, body betrays mind
   Lord, deliver me from Hell.

   Oh God, ah frighten
   Im give pain, not joy

   The "whon wid de apple"
   The man is a terror
   An inveterate liar
   A recidivistic liar
   Every promise he makes
   Every promise bounce
   Like his rubber cheques.
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Title Annotation:Poetry
Author:Bayne, Clarence
Publication:Kola
Article Type:Poem
Date:Sep 22, 2004
Words:194
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