Graham Ereks

November 30 - Nigeria,West Africa

Don't tell me

Don't tell me you love me; I know you don't
Don't say you'll be there for me; I know you won't.
Your mouth is like a basket, letting out duffs coated with sugar.
Many a time, the thought of you make me bemoan the bummer.

Don't tell me you love me; I know you don't
Don't say we need each other; I'm sure we don't.
Your coital unkemptness is an eye-water trigger
Catapulting me into a tearful state what a boner!

You're but a higgledy-piggledy latrine;
As stinky as an unsanised paddine
All Adamic in the Vicy have seen through you
A whore you are, I wish I never met you.

Don't tell me you love me; I know you don't
Don't say you'll be there for me; I know you won't.
Cease putting your water in a basket;
For all I see is but a mere trashy casket
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