THE MONSTERS BETWEEN THE LEGS
Architects of most pleasurable urges,
Engrossed in a war of getting the better of one another like rival gangs with grudges,
Supremacy battles in session with unstoppable surges,
With knowledge of no one being in position to act against them as judges.
With hunger that had led many to damnation,
Making them go extra miles just to attain maximum satisfaction,
Create within them irrelevant strong-will that stood against any action,
Traces of memorable regrets are left behind with unforgettable reaction.
They prey on the lustful thoughts of their hosts,
Make them rush for undeniable climax through different coasts,
Exert pressure on them like thanksgiving chickens heading for the toasts,
Anxiety and delusion stuffed within that makes them feel they've been seeing ghosts.
Mortals have been turned against one another just because of the sweetness within,
Brought up dastard hallucinations that are quite disturbing and sickening,
Dragged some down to the point of disheartened begging,
Made others grant favors that are quite unreasonable and irritating.
The weak loses to the strength of forceful achievements,
Brought upon themselves great and undeniable harsh judgements,
Filled themselves up with the regrets of their lustful accomplishments,
All down to the monsters between their legs preventing them from making the right amendments.
Temitope Omotoso
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BLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE
PoetryBLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE is a poetry collection about rare opinions on the reality, truth, and fiction surrounding the mysterious existence of life. As the author of this masterpiece, my theoretical knowledge explains my comprehension on the highs and...
