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EKPE PETER Jul 2013
Back in the days they use to call him mr flex
With every **** lady he loves to have ***
Despite his scandals he plays deaf to advice
In love with worldly pleasure he never thinks twice

For about three months now and five days
A solitary brand of lifestyle became his ways
Trapped like a sick dog in a cage
Mr flex is free yet living in bandage

He walks down the street with no smile in his face
Like an alien inhabiting the wrong place
People mock him badly playing the ace
Since when is news he is infected with AIDS

Now to his family he leaves a bad taste
Lost all his friends who think he is a waste
Tired of the hate the society relates
Suicide was the only option he contemplates.
EKPE PETER Jul 2013
Don't be a heart divided by two
As bad as what the night can do
Or equals to one all over two
Less than the joy its meant to do

Come settle for one is most faithful
And his all will stick with you like glue
But if its share is not in one full
He will dump the half in black and blue

The poet's clue is not herculean to proof
Especially for flirting foot in several shoes
His eyes vision are higher above the roof
Only a wise foot can wear his shoes.
EKPE PETER Jul 2013
Money was nothing to me until I fell in love
I whispered to heaven seeking the most high above
To send me the portion of my life's blessing
Now is the time I need it to express my love feelings
I can't wait to possess my wealth and treasure
To ease my way to the lifestyle of pleasure
Because love will not stay with a man empty handed
And unfortunate for me the heavens are undecided
Resolving to other means that is bad
I transformed my being to a desperate lad
My deeds paid off as I live in my prime
Only for love's seek I committed my first crime
I went unpunished and enjoyed every moment
Lavish at any joint all I got from my endowment
Just to impress and win her total submission
For more she requested I gave without option
I got an odd job to keep our lovely affair
Right under my nose she was having an affair
Poor in her abode, love hosted me like a tout
Trapped under an oath there was no way out
I played along like everything is normal
Advisers encourage me to make love and I formal
Since I can afford to provide bread without butter
I fixed a wedding date to take her to the alter
I got married to love with a borrowed suit and tie
In my marriage vows, they told me Romeo must die
Shock with this verdict I inquired what will be of juliet
Before I could get an answer I was hit with a bullet
My heart bleed, I prayed for God's surviving grace
But millions are willing ready to take my place
So I gave up the ghost not to be a love slave
As my heart was led to rest in a players grave.
EKPE PETER Jul 2013
I can now see it coming
The sound of the end is drumming
From the fury of the dragon's head
Channel through a ceremonial head
It is the conspiracy of evil ideas
Molded in our psychic to adhere
And I feel it in my premonition
The awaited plot for a secular dimension
To be carried out through a device
In those who play antagonist to biblical advice
For my common sense is not blinded
To know where it was masterminded
Since sin is the only yardstick
To hinder our soul from heavenly pick
Let's stick with the scriptures to conquer
Their's is the world for now to conquer.

— The End —