GEORGE THE TIRED POET

📸 Shot By Matte Stories. (My Rhapsody Of Change) I am lost in lines,  Where Poetry meets Bigotry.  My Heart bleeds,  As verses set me free. I mint words for free, Because that is where I am free, To tell my grief That stings. No matter, Why would it bother,  If it didn't matter. Tell me, Uuhhm? The street walks, The Police beatings, The anti-corruption movements, The 'political' arrests. Why would it bother, If it didn't matter, To me and them and them, And her with a baby who couldn't see his father. Why would it bother, If it didn't matter To the common man who pays tax, To feed you pax. Hahaha! Treason? For making a walk to Parliament. Isn't it fun to say, Law has left here? I am lost in lines,  Where Poetry meets Bigotry.  My Heart bleeds,  As verses set me free. © George William Ochago. @George The Tired Poet. 11th Sept,2024 00:15. (Midnight Prompt Poetry).

(My Rhapsody Of Love) 📸 Pexels She smiled like herself,  I mean no one smiles like her. The tone of her beauty- Made my heart thud louder.  I tried to shy away, She kept on opening her sacred paradise.  I inseminated my pants without consent.  I saw visions of my dildo in thigh land,  Sneak-viewing her sacred paradise- My blood veins acting like rods. My heart hopping like scared toads, In Unison the relays ran to my brains Cheating my thoughts.  She made my lips shiver louder- My salivary glands secreting a long thick fluid- Forcing my epiglottis to pump in slowmo. She got me hot, I felt like to leak her, Just for a second. Ochago George William.  @George The Tired Poet. 2023.