**do Not Hit Me Below The Belt, Please Poem by Abdul Wahab

Do not hit me, please, below the belt


I am already harassed a lot
The ugly three sisters
Very secretly
Weaving
A plot

Under
The dark
frown and taunt
please do not tease me
any more I am already harassed a lot


I can not bear with any more
The nasty trick you play,
I am too weak to you
Totally blind to
The wrongs
You do


You know I am feeling very bore
Losing Interest, a torn sack
full of binding void
all shouts and cries
sounds and noises
meaningless

I do not love you any more
Your deceptive beauty
Is a sinking ship
A lousy whore
Stinking
Dead
Body

Already all the creepy and gory lures are felt
I stand at your door with bare and folded hands
Please, do not hit me, any more, below the belt.