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Jun 2020
I just ponder why
You never made a pass at me
How do I get laid?
When I don't have a date
I don't need to get paid
How you harbour so much hate

Are you afraid to cultivate?
Even as I asked us to copulate
Especially when I ovulate
My biological clock ticks
Like a flower it withers
No time to check time

If you aren't a sharp shooter
Loose my number and shift
I just need a life of my own
Someone I could call mine
Or, maybe, I just need counselling
I earnestly need help...
Written by
Babatunde Raimi
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