The Forlorn Script Poem by Adeosun Olamide

The Forlorn Script



A black day in brothel
My fat wench is died
In a suicide
A beautiful soul is off
They say in recent-
Man don’t come her way
She wasn’t broke
Bought my remedy late
There be a vacant
In old brothel
And heart mine-
While be lone survival
A glowing era

Thursday, February 26, 2015
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