Craft Of Beauty
Is it the figure eight
that can't meditate?
Or to Facebook
and back Textbook?
I mean, I admire your big bums
like to caress the big boobs
But I desire a brighter future
so I subscribed to the scripture
I can't let my imperishable fruit
of the spirit.
vanish because of lost
and love for my flesh.
I befriend you on Telegram
and follow you on Instagram
But I can't afford to lose a kilogram
to get a hold of your diaphragm,
Because I have a rib
from it, I'll get my eve.
Gilbert Sordebabari
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