Beauty is the Beast by Papa Sam

Posted: May 12, 2015 in Arise and Shine, Da Grace Race, Dairy of a Freeman, Entertainment, Family, Help Line, Hmmm, The Grind Theorem

Beautiful is she, bountiful she seeks, men want a valuable part of her they can afford.
She brings her mum chicken from different kitchens, and makes her mum eat it the way she’s been eaten.
With series of abortions, she forgets the notion, that even the glutton eats the lion’s meat with caution.
Freely her legs are open to him like hell’s gate, doesn’t care for her soul, yet she calls him soul mate, he no more masturbates or need to wait since he can pay pass the gate,
She smiles as her teeth shines brighter than her dim future, posing close to the vulture, busy taking pictures. Though in his mind she’s not in the big picture.

They both paint pictures the other can’t see, his own has many fishes cos it’s a sea, her own, quite funny, she paints a team, dumb girl, you’re not a part of Chelsea cos you bought a jersey, and that plan you learnt from the movies, the dude has seen a few scenes.
He knows once his broke she’ll hit the road, but like a hoe she doesn’t care to know, mouth wide open like bingo she goes to and fro, though she’s worth more than gold, how long will it take for her to know?
Folks call her b**ch cos she lives in a ditch, she’s not a witch, that’s why I’m trying to preach, slave to the rich, though famous in her street, always quick, not known within the meek, but in the middle of the bridge it ends as a wish, 1, 2, 3, time quickly ticking, she locates the nearest church and then starts sweeping.

The sweet nights in bolingo, dreams of Toronto, pet name choco-milo, all end like sosoliso.
Who am I to judge when I once was dumb, when I once indulged in the sin of lust, but will I act dumb cos I smell of her hug? Hmm!
Forgiven by God so I feel no guilt, the dark past is gone so I can talk to you, if you’re tasted by all, who should marry you?
If you were your mother in-law, would you marry you?
If sex brought wealth why are dogs eaten lefts?
As I drop my pen, never forget what I’ll say next, both to my ex and my next,

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Success is not sexually transmitted”

And to the bros called vulture, let’s revisit your picture, no, first your future.
As long as you spend time with the carcass you can’t rule the air,
Why stay here when you’re meant for the air?
Why come down like Samson’s hair?
While you wait for weak meat, eagles are soaring high, leave dead meat, no dead thing can give life. 
Now your picture, what a lovely sea, but there’s something you don’t see, Lots of fishes in the sea,
Do whales and sharks live in the sea?
STOP! Or very soon you two will see, and that will be the last scene…

Written by Papasam Obadan
Twitter: @My_Papi101
FB: Papasam Obadan.

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