Fishers Of Men Poem by Kporho Vwede Daniel

FISHERS OF MEN

Thy tender lips speak seduction
Thy eyes as charming as the stars
Thy buttocks a drummer's vibe
Thy thoughts lingers on a man's wealth
Thy love buried beneath the abyss of lies

Thy heart as slippery as an okra soup
Doesn't last a second in one hand
A hand full of men thou desires
One goes and thou finds another to fill in

Money unto money thy ambition
Fish men and eat them dry
The electrocuted fishes shock out thy pants
Woe unto thee!
Devil's fisherman

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