Liposuction Poem by Adeoye Adetoba

The lipstick roll of thick red colour
Concealed the lips infested.
Lips blackened;
Not from the smoke of nicotine
But the flaming remarks
Hung at the doors of her mouth.

Aglow with red beauty,
The luscious lethal lips
The scorn of Hell harboured within,
Grief and pain it breathed out.
Discord and disorder its gift of words,
Father and son pitched against each other,
Friends into sworn enemies,
A husband driven to the noose
And another yet to be found.

Would rather a cannon i set my lips
Than to lick into the fury of Hell.
Gunpowder i'll cast upon my tongue
Than the sensual feelings from luscious lips.
One day, you'll bite your lips and bleed
And burn in the Hell it harbours.