Songs of a bawd
Adookorn Auaduma@auadumaadookorn150359
9 days ago
birds rise with the sun
rack to eke out a living
grasses bask sun ray
spread bud with glee
man rises with the sun
toil from dawn to dusk
for the eyeful of his choice
a bawd rises with the sun
prime her body for man to yearn
'come vendee, you politician
how much have you stolen today;
what about your jealous wife
has she gotten enough of you?
see, my succulent plummy boob -
your pillow and feeding bottle;
just a share of the stolen money
and, roll me a barber's chair
leave, the drunkard is knocking!
welcome, you smelly drunkard
who lifted you from the gutter?
caress the boob, don't open your mouth;
will you have the strength . . .
go! the imbecile is here
hello, you imbecile
when will your saliva dry?
come, have a share
don't kiss the boob
away, the teacher has come
sir, you stingy old headmaster
is your wife kinda old to perform?
jack me, kiss the boob
be careful you slump
exit, your pupil is at the door
hey! you handsome school boy
don't pay a kale
just your fresh blood
roll me, jack me
kiss the boob
farewell for a job well done!
i'm the ladies for thousands of fly,
the tree by the roadside
children daub with faeces
men gash with machete
women splotch with saliva
i wish i were a well in the courtyard
solely for a household drink!
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