This Is Not Right (I Won't Give It A Title) Poem by Blessing Asake

I knew it at first,
the pleasure is too sweat, I'm losing my weight,
I'm exhausted, my energy is down,
buh I won't give up.

when I die,
measure my grave six in one feet,
next to me to should be cloud with dust of my image,
this can kill buh I won't die now.

I never thought of this position,
new style every three seconds,
this is not right I do say, but I put
the trigger first.

my energy is down,
I can't lift in,
my body is a wait towards damage,
when I give up who's gonna gimme more pleasure?