Sue Her Poem by Micheal Bello

Sue Her



Fidget not by the sway
or the glory vain
Coming like the mary may
Of early days rain.
Masked smiles with filthy doom
Smelly good in radiance blues
Like youthful grace
Upon the blissful age.
Dance to the law of her changes
After your right sense had be stolen in coins.
Insight is the open key
When doors of foolishness partake in the burial When doors of foolishness partake in the burial night.
It cost our power
But vanity had stolen her fame.
'No, we bought it with our pay'.
Live is about christ
Search for him
And stay away from her sway.
Bide their mourning and seed your new morning in her scenic world.
It's a rare flavour to delicious living.
Taste it and enjoy it till eternity.
~ mickey

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