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Listen to these words made from punchlines and their cousins figure of speeches immaturity fall.
Blessed are the ones listening to the poem written by the hands that got the touch of the situation.
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The magic that is infused with words that are born from soothing figure of speeches that's their mothers.
We heal with metaphors.
When the pain comes again it won't be like before.
The wise doesn't just spit but before that you got to be sure.
It's sad how they don't want to learn wisdom but when you do you are labelled as the biggest flop.
One's life is not like an influenza, you can't always have chest pains and cough.
As it will move you it doesn't hurt to dream of being on a cover page of Forbes.
Ofcourse, morden men doesn't shove wives with chores.
With words, the mind and soul resasitation.
Holding the mic to melt the written punchlines on the blessed pages, you got to love such situation.
Wisdom shows up just as we throw words on the white surface with red lines like a sangoma throwing bones on a mat created through tradition.
For us write words that unlocks wisdom to your mind that's as entertaining as theatre.
Poetry is alive in us.
Water it, ignoring such soothing words into your soul it will be as peace destroying as a witch.
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☆Poem by Phozi Poetic Skinny Bae himself

• O botse Shame O swana le Benz  •

in Front, of My eyes She is Like a Mercedes-Benz, so Beautiful you can see God Took his Time, before she was Born, She found me all alone, Now her number is stored in My Nokia Phone,

So Good Looking that you could Bet, She is an Angel, She turns me on From Every Angle, She makes it hard and prevent it to Dangle, and I wish I could wear hers like a Bangle,

On Top' Of Her League. She is... .. .  

my Mind. When I Look at her, is What, She Please, her Looks tease, a Woman Healthy Like Green Trees, at first sight She gave me Brain Freeze, at Night Like a Knight I was on my Knees, already Forgot about my Fees, Praying to God to "Please" Undress her and Give me a Chance to Please...  [her]  

Black Like a Butterfly from the Mountains, Making my saliva flow like the Fountains, because I have a solid wish to Make her Mine, Make the Years Nine, Because her Response was a Sign, That she is ready to submit it all to me, Give it all to me, and Bare it all to me,

Dineo Phomolo Seshohli gal O botse Shame O swana le Benz. She act Like she knows she was meant for me, Like she was sent for me, She is a Perfect Match, I Thought to Get her was Going to be a Difficult Match, Seems like she had NO time to let me pass, Till I Pass away from Stress in the Streets of Love, she set me free exactly like a dove, Like she was sent to me by the one above,

I am in Love, Dived in naked Like I am from Hell, with a wish to give her a TJ, That is a Tongue Job, till she Drips, and Overflow with all the right juices for that moment,

She is one of my kind, Now as I write this, She is stuck at the back of my Mind, The time has went, when we meet, I wish, I can rewind, because that is the day I felt different, From feeling transparent, to feeling solid, hard, handsome and spoiled,

If she is the devil my soul is sold till we die or grow old, our Love will still be bold, while walking hand in hand in the peaceful road,

I want to have her in a Good way. O botse Shame O swana le Benz.

Dedication: Phomolo Seshohli