LAPS OF A HARLOT (16+) BY TESTIMONY JESUTOFUNMI

 

Where did our money go?

Where go the promises?

It perished long before the announcement

On the sooty crust of bogus

And on the tapestry bed of lies.

Where did our money go?

Where go the promises?

It drowned in the valley between two mountains,

In the rivers between a harlot's thigh

Singing chilly humming of sighs and

steppings.

Where did our money go?

Where go the promises?

In the bank of a harlot's thigh

Where few coins will only permit you to swim a bit,

And an open cheque from Aso Rock

Will drown you in its ecstasy.

Where did our money go?

Where go the promises?

It died in a warm embrace

On the bed of one night

Which gave miss-harlot the master key

To any national banks or treasures.

Where did our money go?

Where go the promises?

On a sable bountiful bosom

To press the button costs a gem

To curl your hands on its roundness

Worth a nation's tithe.

Where did our money go?

Where go the promises?

On the abluted lips of a harlot

Whose savour saliva is as cost as water in the desert,

To taste the freshness

Worth a diamond ring.

Where did our money go?

Where go the promises?

It traveled the rails of the harlot's throat,

It's housed in her sexy uterus,

It's stored in her black thigh

And in the mountains on her chest.

Where did our money go?

Where go the promises?

Isn't the curves weak but invigorated

By packaging? Isn't the black thigh heavy and swollen?

Isn't the boobs like mashed pawpaw but assisted

With push-ups?

Isn't the lips a desert but bejeweled with expensive glosses?

Isn't the skin aged but upholstered with talcum and perfumes?

Isn't the river dry?

Where did our money go?

Where go the promises?