Red, Red, Red
Scarlet Women!
You've turned my soul crimson.
My eyes bloodshot
My heart aflamed with red fire
Ignited by the red lights in your district
And all i see is red, red, red.
Consumed by the fire you harbour,
The excitement on mutton has vanished
At the emergence of painful red sores
Acquired from your workbench.
Fire burns in my crotch
And all i see is red, red, red.
Scarlet Woman!
Woe to the man you lure into your red chamber.
Your pit of hell is pleasant at first
But the agony thereafter is hellish.
I have eaten the sour grapes you offered
And all i see is red, red, red.
Bleats of agony are now the only words
Set at the doors of my mouth
And the ears of the sympathizing herds.
I wear with great discomfort
Thus gifted garment of lust filled with thorns
And all i see is red, red, red.
poem by Adeoye Adetoba
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