WHEN LOVE PLAYS A PLAYBOY

When a playboy is in love
He doesn’t know it
He unknowingly
Plays his game in clay
Swiftly in his smartness
He misses the path “don’t love”
His fatal fall into a quicksand
Yet, he doesn’t know it
He thinks he is moving
But Playboy has sunk half body
His phone rings till death comes
He would not answer till he cums
He is busy with another
And the others will still call
He’s got a new phone line
Thinking it means a new life
He keeps dialing +234
This time not caring about fuck
Playboy sleeps in her dreams
With his eyes open
He says to himself
She is mean
Playboy! You were brutal to love
You cut off her wings
And let that dove not fly
Should you be proud
That today
Love grew up a hawk
If you won’t accept her a dove
you will have to deal with this Hawk
When a playboy falls in love
He falls with hawkish wings cut
Deep down he would fall
To the bottomless pit
To a land of no return
When love plays a playboy
He becomes the game
And love is doing the play
So if you are a playboy
Take your time before night
Love will come in due time

Poem2018