A Solar Tomb Poem by Josey Alfred

Sun! She has high power as ever,
Be you a boy or man clever
When hit by her, her mighty power!
will hurt you even in a bower.

you may be young or a great man
Should refrain from eyeing a woman!
Or might get short circuits and burn,
For she holds skills, stranger well known.

Even a child or man much old,
might think of her style, a bit lewd
Would she make solar field so wild?
By her mellow deals so veiled.

Like a flower from Eden garden,
She draw up bees from hives leaden
She slights the sentry of the garden
Who escorts her into office bidden!


As she was eager for money,
Her thoughts lingered about them
Who could sanction orsupply money
She dream't of themin dreams horny!

Her dealings were many she lost count,
Her brain now wrecked could not recount
Her horny dreams now seemed to account
For complaints, of assault had no count.
.........

Her Epitaph red

In course of time sun was eclipsed!
And could not get outof the gut
Got entangled in her work cult,
Her autopsy red, she was misused.
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