Sorry But I Must Say This Poem by Chukwukere Timothy

When I writes,
I slips off topic
I don't write for dark though I write at night,
That's when wisdom is at its peak.
Me, no not this me,
That writes, but me that speaks,
In these words you read,
Is more than you can see,
But this me is wounded
Not cheap heart-breaks
But by misplace sentences,
That's abundant in this shady.
She's also a fool too.
I mistake her for a woman of virtues,
And she gave me reasons I go back school.
How stupid! I place so much value-
On a ruine.

She was swarthy
But she detested it.
She's no even worthy-
To be called beautiful,
Even after she bleached.
She looks like a cartoon,
I hate her like I hate tattoo.
Shady is her attitude.
Thinking of her reminds me,
Of the bad days at school,
When I've got more ghost than real,
But its all good now.

Excuse me madam,
Didn't it ever occure to you,
That your trying to fill a basket with water?
Save your foolishness,
Fools like you will need enough.
You feel We lack respect?
Better shout your lying mouths,
Less you'll crash out.
I believe there's a heating place in hell,
For women with porous mouth.
I hope this is explicit enough?