Bring out my missile,
time to strike my rivals,
let my riffle out,
he has made my life measles,
with red paches on my face,
U ain‘t the first nor the last,
to know an eagle lady,
back slides and rises like a cheetah,
or a silent killer poncupine
is a lady demeaned by a lion,
Pythons or black panther
even a bee that is once sweet,
becomes a copra once,
then my sting will skunk u,
i wont strike with weapon,
all i‘ll do is pack,
head towards my nest,
u‘ll come creeping,
like a salted snail,
pleading for mercy.
- Author: imma isa kemmy (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 17th, 2025 05:11
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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