by Opeyemi Odeyale
They say I am mad
To have married an old man
They say it’s because of money
I decided to call him honey
Yes to hell with love
But it’s definitely not lust
He said I was beautiful
And I found him dutiful
Since he had all I wanted
I went ahead and heeded
He adores his new wife
Hell yeah she is his life
Now do not judge my course
It really aint my fault
For now he is dead
And to me goes all his wealth.
Discussion4 Comments
very good one of a kind work,real DOPE poem.
nah.. dis is not artistic at all. very mediocre piece. I cant call dis literature cuz there’s nothing deep here. not cool
A fine write-up with rhymes and all, I’d rate this 6/10…
Deep, maybe not. But witty, entertaining and modernist? No doubt. It still serves some of the functions of literature in my opinion. I enjoyed this. Thank you, Ope.