She will let it slide
And nurse her pride
For she has nothing to hide
You took her on a backstabbing ride
Calling her your bride
Thinking you will gain her breath guide
And she will never know you lied
And be the chick at the side
You, whose belly holds all sea tides
As your face is ugly fried
And couldn’t even bed show provide
Your life is not to her tied
The zone is so wide
So she will let it slide
Because she, your pledges, never abide
In your pathetic queer ride
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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