Help Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Life, life!
Why are you doing this to me?
Come a day it swifts my mind to make asearch
To ease that which has grown in me to be a man.

From pillars to polls this daily happen
The journey I so made
From Tolu to Bolade when non is set to hook up
Then all became worse in request to suck.

That Porn becomes a bosoom friend to meet a need.
Help, help!
This I yelled as all seems to go sour.
My beloved friend and help mate is getting silent
While the flesh takes the crown.

Help, help!
This I yelled all day
Before I be Job of this century
The good times are gone
When we both chat and dined.

And lust in love is no where to be found
Help, help!
This I yelled for the divine touch and hope
That that which is behind bra won't be my focus

But that which is above to be my gain
Come dear come back
Please be my shield
Those that ought to help have their hands tight
I need you

Yes I need you
So that I'll not go from hell return to hell.