venessa ambrose

Rookie (12/01/1992 / lagos)

No Money No Honey - Poem by venessa ambrose

No money
No honey
Its milk and sugar
When the pocket is heavier
It fire and brimstone
When the account is solid stone
You think I drink
Let dry your oil ink
And watch your beauty queen
Flee in a thousand winds
Dancing for alms
To a willing arms

No money
No honey
I don talk my own
Even the faithful disciple
Departs when its only one apple
And your once loyal entourage
Will lack the needed courage
You then become an army
A one man army
Of the coinless heart
Then! only then
Will you learn the art.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 23, 2012

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