He drank from the mug
Prepared him by their maid
He wished she was his…
His view of her ended
As she left the door behind her.
He would not stop thinking
Of how she would give him
More and new children
Better in beauty and character
Than the gang of scoundrels
His “till death do us part” gave him.
… He could trade them,
He can trade them
For that hour-glass figured,
Dark, plump, graceful
And gorgeous Puerto-Rican,
Not that ugly blonde, ungrateful
Descendant of the queen….
Suddenly He felt pain
Resembling a mixture of marital regrets
And a cut from his lower lip.
Tasted like Tea and Blood.
source: omojuwa.com
By: Dinah Adams @DidiYargata
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