*NOT A POEM*

I have seen your words
Crafted with in your wits into lines
'nd your lines cocooned into stanzas
Your delight, you took to the marketplace
This is not a poem!

Wake me from this prosaic dream
Tell me this is a sandy castle built by babies
To be swept away by the morning dew
Never to see the mid day's sun
This is not a poem!

Ears! If the brightness of your lines
Does not match the radiance of my lovers beauty
If the magics of your stanza
Does not dazzle like the shinny waistbeads
That dazzle on the hilltop of her sumptuous buttocks

If the tip of your pen does not sting the skin of your note
Just like her fingers torment my thoughts
Raging through like a wild fire in the harmattan
If your poem lacks *FOWOKEMI'S* passion
It's not a Poem

*Amudipe Opeyemi Marcus*
*#scarredpoet*