Where the cobra coils
its daily bread come to him
such fate she suffer
as her infested room
turns out to be her office
while the hole between
her legs, be rest assured,
gets christened as her tool.
Lick her plate once and
become her mother Confessor.
Deny her from genesis and
become her transgressor.
May your rain last longer
than the rod that stirs
your filthy unkempt cauldron!

Bard Tosin Morakinyo

PS: Gbélépāwó is a lady who stays back at home to work as a whore.

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