Do Not Marry A Poet. Poem by Ackley AbdulRahman

Hey sister, do not marry a poet,
He won't play with you like a baby or pet.
He is already married to his book and pen,
He is a therapist, that cure only his pain.

He'll eulogised you with euphemisms,
But his mouth, is full of all sarcasms.
You wrongs, he will write them all in lines,
People will read & enjoy the flow of rhymes.

His lies will make you to fall in love,
He can say 'together you'll fly like a dove'
If he calls you the only apple of his eyes,
Run, for that is the alpha of his poetic lies.

On his table, lies a Shakespearean book,
He always care less about the food you cook.
On your matrimonial bed, lies book and paper,
Together they live, like lighten and thunder.

Your house will turn to his pen dancing hall,
Pun and satire are the only things in his skull.
Marry him, and don't enjoy your marital prime,
His joy, is to die as a legend in his own time.

Be careful with him like holding a sharp knife,
Upset him, and you will regret being his wife.
I recap, never you marry a poet,
His time is limited to treat you like a pet.

©Ackley XL Music 2023