Hendrix Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Hendrix



A teller is at the Bank where i work but,
With a Professor to guide him on;
But life there is like the dark windows without light.
Oh, candidates of hell!
What hangs between your legs cannot sleep;
But i am Hendrix in the woods of love and about to teach you,
So do listen to me when you want me to care for you.

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Edward Kofi Louis

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