Read My Lips (Revised) Poem by Wale Morakinyo

I seek to know what friendship entails!

It's a good clothe that's worn roughly.
A good wine drank to the excess.
The city was running mad-
So I turned to the rivers.

There on the street of no-streets,

I met my friend of no-friends;
Who holds the title of no-titles.
He said to me ''read my lips''
Then he muttered some words-

And all I heard was just my voice

My own voice!
I know my words, and can't be stolen
In reply to him I said 'read my lips'
Here again the voice, not mine

With one asking I came hither

With two askings I should have left
Now go back I with two answering
That none has answered my askings, but me
And that alone is friendship untold