Your words are often rot
Your voice do carry sword
Your mind nothing works
Your fingers cares the rod
Break doors without a knock

So I moved up north
Heard you’re now rusty nut
Unbend your love is lost
Unkept your house is dust

Afraid of  usual mocking
You hide around in hammock
Why called me a harlot?
I was just your parrot
What you said
Was what you heard.

© owolusi. L. O