Ecstasy Poem by WEIKAMA EMMA
Ecstasy
It’s been, a long day,
Am lying in the sodding hay
With my baby son,
My beauty wife,
My life’s getting high! !
Sing I got cash,
A cold club,
A teddy bear for my loving child,
It feels like,
A paradise,
My life’s getting high! !
She treats me, like.
A ghetto king,
All I did was bring a ring,
And said the right things,
“its you I love and need”
My life’s getting high! !
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4/18/2024 9:54:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh to be treated like a king Simply because of the ring. Well done my friend.