I sometimes tend to think of myself as over sarcastic and so I hide behind poetry to justify my criticism and sarcasm. I am that fake poet struggling to steal your attention and feed it to my social relevance. I could easily sing or make a painting for my
thoughts, but no, I write. Not for my audience, not for a company, not for nothing. I write for me. If you don’t understand any of the poems in my page, chances are, you are not me…
This blog contains weird thoughts from Jojji Kaka.
On my rectangular patches of what used to be a mattress
Lies afew kilograms of my 18 year old body
The aura around is calm
But my mind is disturbed
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Sweet sounding song of the French flute
For you I have a long lasting lust
For you;
to Sing a song to sooth my soul
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skin when on my embrace you stay...
Sitted on the banks, legs in the stream
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