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Dada Olowo Eyo Apr 2019
So, how far would you go,
To experiment your own conviction?
How far down river would you row,
To experience reality of the other's  contrition?
Dada Olowo Eyo Apr 2019
When stars die,
New experiences are born,
When stars are born,
Old experiments don't lie.
Dada Olowo Eyo Apr 2019
Seated on very high places,
The untouchable ones,
Unseen by the blindfolded bearer,
Of delayed unequal decisions.
Dada Olowo Eyo Apr 2019
Why work ever so hard,
For what, really,
All year round vacation to the ends of the earth,
Or a fleet of never before driven, custom, rare wheels?
Dada Olowo Eyo Apr 2019
Pretty as a picture,
But harbours an ugly secret,
She's a human waste collector,
****** and **** on for dollars.
They're used to satisfy fetishes of rich Arabian animals. They demean female folk for their own inane pleasures: a sick and dastardly fetish. For a couple of thousand dollars, these women sell dignity to the dogs. Out of desperation or an unknowingly harmless fun seeking adventure, many end up being *******, goldenshowered or beastialised. But it's all fun you until that which makes you human questions your sanity. STROKES.
Dada Olowo Eyo Apr 2019
Moonshine night, seated,
The two of us, whispering sweet nothings,
Wondering what the future held,
Morning! Wake up! Dream!
Dada Olowo Eyo Apr 2019
Unnaturally alluring,
Enticing, designed to be,
Then every cell disagrees,
Metastasising is every weird degree.
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