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Wish wishes were workable wager win

In a slapdash fashion

Casting all my eggs in any basket

Bionic I’ll be avoiding any mortal casket

Teaching her how to return the favor

Injecting and prescribing like a doctor,

Intentionally making her feel more than I do,

She be the subject and I dictator

Dragging her love-van like so do tractor

If she call breakup, she’ll be the one to lose.


Win over genie, I’ll grant every one of

But no painful eraser

For memories wouldn’t completely erase her

Nor hide her odor in a frantic perfume.

Brains be not an empty room

Coitus to passion breakup no doom

Changing mood and remodeling like crazy fashion

It is so difficult breaking a bunch of broom

Beautiful heartbreak wouldn’t be an ugly doom

If breakup calls, wish I could call safari and hunt for another.


By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com




By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com


  1. Appreciate it for all your efforts that you have put in this. Nice poem


  2. Hey there, Thank you for this brilliant article! I have to save Demise The True Poesy. Thanks.



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