Prostitute Virgin
Prostitute Virgin
By kechi kenyatta / expired giant
Sun 28 Jan, 2018 00:30:24 EAT
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Prostitute Virgin
PROSTITUTE VIRGIN
Dressed in hijab,
Armed with a Bible
In a wallet the contraceptives
And she calls it a day.
Ask her Badoo,
Musa in her hand,
Christ in the mind,
And life in her knees.
Ask her honey,
And sweet is all you'll get
East or West home is best,
But cash is the way,
Christ just for the cross.
She calls it quits,
And let the gospel fart,
All the facts in the fax
Just a call way to the tree,
The roots she all desires,
The tree that coaxs her cokes,
All that makes her new,
Yeah ,new that makes her the prostitute virgin.
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Poet Gregory
A nice poem,illustrating traces of hypocritical religion...
324 wk ago
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Ajus
Goof wordings, nail on the head.... Awesome
324 wk ago
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Uping
Manifique...Current social status in this era. Very powerful piece
324 wk ago
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Michael Wandela
Wow superb poem
324 wk ago
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Prince
Good one from the giant
324 wk ago
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Hector De Poet
What else can I say! You haven't expired! Great work, here
323 wk ago
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Kado
Awesome
319 wk ago