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Jan 2018
The Player

I am just a ******
Born in a town just like sleepy hollow
Fought my own demons, became my own hero
A tale no one but me will ever know
I wasn’t the most handsome
If I was ever kidnapped, there would never have been a ransom
The only valuable thing on my head
Wouldn’t even be as expensive as a loaf of bread
I was not also the strongest or brightest
Just a quiet kid who carried every day like an undertaker, survival of the fittest
Call me vain, but I love to admire myself for hours in the mirror
A billionaire by day and a silent killer at night, like the green arrow
Only I don’t shoot at the first villain, I aim for the best opportunity
Mixed amorously with the opposite ***, I was renowned for my congeniality
Not your fairytale prince charming but i had true love’s kiss, ready to use at the slightest chance
My diction, brings down defenses and puts my victims in a state of trance
Not a slave driver, but as a *** God, I consider myself a prison warder
Willing inmates subjecting themselves as prisoners of passion, ready to commit ******
From castles to dungeons I am sought out for ****** ******
No respecter of class, high and low all must satisfy their personal urges
Missionary, ******* and foursome infact I am awesome,
All I need is a place
Whether in castles or bushes, I take them all irrespective of religion or race
With looks and diction I lure into them into a maze
Like medusa, only difference is my heart is the stone as I imprison them with my gaze
Self-taught in the art of romance, with a doctorate degree in ******
A peep at my qualifications, and even nuns and virgins squirt losing their sense of reason
Wasn’t the most ingenious, yet I graduated first class
No license but my *** drive is fast and furious, I don’t stop till we reach ******
To attract the best you need to be that which you hope to attract, attraction is cheap
Intimacy on the other hand is a luxury that unites even the wolves with the sheep
I can go wild in the sack but I believe in playing it safe
Carrying every day like an umbrella, under the shadow of the night as I move fast pace
Not a sailor but no ship I can’t sail, except long term relationship
I prefer it short term under the comfort of clean white sheets
Don’t hate the player or even the game
Blame the rules that’s what gives it such a bad name
What do I know, I am just a ******
But don’t forget my first class, hell, no one will ever know.
Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Written by
Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne  Nigeria
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