Woe-Men Poem by Adebayo Smartfingers

Flaunt no more your ‘weapons’
In them, my ‘selective’ eyes take no delight
Like a disingenuous advert offering clients its ‘blight’
They are just a shiny roses amid deadly thorns
Woe-man, weep not if futility results from your frantic strides
In trapping my heart, for hand-in-hand with failure, love rides
Am not blind, am much aware of the eye signals
Am not deaf, my ears grasp the desperate pulses of your heart
Insensitivity, you say you hate in a man.
What of insincerity?
What of insecurity?
You’re a damsel that deserves no heartache
Am just a Casanova that shows love but fake
Rome, they say wasn’t built in a day
My vicious love ‘tools’ was forged long time ago by a woe-man worthy of flay
As speedy seconds transformed to wearied minutes
Lonely Minutes to frustrated hours
Cumbersome Hours to routine-ridden days
Love-hunting days to love-hoping weeks
Love-battered Weeks to recuperating months
Recuperating Months to vengeful years
In the eyes of woe-men I have caus’d ‘streams’ to flow
Woe-man! Me don't want you to be a victim of my vengeance
So for you own good…Flaunt no more you ‘weapons’ …