The Vanity Affair Poem by Edwin Owade

Jeez! ! ! You look familiar, with a smile ear to ear,
OH my…, I must have seen you somewhere,
I am that guy on IG, I said without a dent of fear,
I mean I'm the real OG over there,

My intentions were pure and clear,
Only to aim, shoot and rupture the bulls' eye,
Before she calls me a ghost, from a lovely dear,
This must be real manna from the sky,

I like your pictures and your sense of style,
By the way, my name is Polly from Busia,
My intentions are crystal and I don't intend to sly,
Please do you mind if we take a selfie over here,

Of cause I don't, only to prey on her,
She was beautiful the melanin type,
Nails polished and face applied a sight to relish,
Abstract was her only world; what a life of hype,

This girl had a neck of a harp,
A voice of a snake teaser and the eyes to behold,
She was a prick-teaser falling into a trap,
Despite her naivety, her intentions were bold,

I'm tired and exhausted can we go to your place?
I was damn sure what she wanted judging from her telling face,
My dear, I'm honored and humbled to take you there,
Don't mind about the cost I will sort the fare,

As she lay on my chest, her waist below was the dessert,
My aim to crack the eggs shell, before she sank deep into my heart,
But like Saul, I changed the ultimate course,
I said, do not be deceived by the looks on IG of cause;
What you see on the outside is not a mirror reflecting the inside.
Wake up from your deep slumber, all this is vanity.