A poem for the immoral guys. By Olaitan

KARMA

So many thoughts running like a fugitive in me.

wish I could stylishly put them in their safes.

but seems they are running in multitudes.

I think i would have to take a giant step in putting them in solitudes.

I see them at the roadsides hunting for the bimbos with a view to engaging them in promiscuity.

what a bleeding generation of insecurity and obscurity!

for they only derive pleasure in fornication and adultery.

in public they engage in smoking cannabis

and as well be vulnerable to syphilis

yet they still will never leave the bad modus in that onus

you expose your body to a rotten feminine.

and then you be like someone who is ready to be quarantined

o ye generation of Jezebel

for your promiscuity shall land you in a place like inferno

for i doubt your ignorance will let you know

and by that time, there shall be no redemption to cover up your past decision of i don't know

for the beginning shall come as a result of your ending

and there you shall reap and pay till the ascension of a new living. then a new life begins from a new drilling and reeling.

KARMA

Written by Egbeolowo Olaitan