THE PANCREASE ON HONEY

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Neither sow nor reap like the ravens you shall be, You these weak stronger sex that're stealing the fresh fruits of our dangling breasts, Our dangling breasts that're the fruits of this nation, Like a young offspring from an expectant woman. . Your honey is a pancrease on we young lads, You these lame ducks, In a lust but penury court your weak breeding weapons are, Your weak breeding weapons that led to the sunset of their fresh fruits. . Let me not but tell you this, You are a dunghill to man-made dustbin, You are a yellow leaf amidst green leaves, You're an antelope amidst hungry Lions, For your actions are taking new heights from dawn to dawn. . Tell your jackal to come back to the city and turn over a new leaf, Tell your hunter to go back to his cave and diet his neighbours, For you not but to be taken by mercy like a Cat playing with a rat.