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The Broke Lover

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The Broke Lover



The damsel is more of an angel…





I had waited for money

But the beauties couldn’t wait for me

I had panted for riches

Till the wives were all chosen





I considered me a fool

If I halt a lady with my slippers

My unshaven hair

Saving hairs in place of money






What a disaster!



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I always loved to take her

In my Ferrari

Always loved to take her shopping




I always held her hands in mine

walking abreast in the highway

And she’ll request an ice-cream

I’ll stretch my hand out and have it brought




We laughed and laughed

Ate and drank

Sang and played

Sat and stood





She got all she wanted

With the aid of my card

She got the world in her palms

With the rode of my cash





She is the star

In my darkest nights

That shines brighter

Even brighter than the moon





These are handiworks of my mind

And there’s no antidote

On earth to flush the memories

the imaginations of my mind



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All these happens when I go to sleep

Because I love her so much

And couldn’t do without her

And the reason why I chose to stay

Late on bed

But wake to meet reality





Today’s her wedding –

– to my best bloke…




…cause I’m still broke.

© 2018 Ebizimor Boloukie