BIGAMY A MERE WHITE AND BLACK PUBLICATION

MAD MEN
A young girl at sixteen
Has the carriage and look of my mum at
sixty,
Oh! She used to be simple and innocent
Is she still a saint?
Madmen.
Young girls, youthful and zestful
With dreams and promises to be nothing
but the best,
Under care of parents, prayerful and
watchful,
Strong, they grow, of life , they are full.
Time comes, for flight from cocoon,
What awaits one could be doom,
Only with patience will they bloom,
Suddenly they can’t wait for the groom
Madmen.
Now all they crave, is money and gold
Even their body is to be sold,
High heeled shoes and hot skirts on the
road,
Ever ready to do, just as they are told.
Madmen.
Not every man is insane,
Not every man is sane,
The numbers are on the increase
But who do they deceive?
Madmen.
With a pretty dame for a wife
They haven’t had enough of life
On the heels of damsels
Not minding, if it is their daughters
Madmen.
Empires and castles they have built,
They wear the most expensive suit,
Everything they control but their erections,
They’ll take anything except correction.
Madmen.
On their lips are sweet tales to tell,
Annoying dogs, that are doomed for hell,
Will they be wise and seek good counsel?
That is too much to expect.
Madmen.
The voice of warning, they’ll not hear,
If only they knew, their time is near,
Very soon, they’ll wear and tear,
Cos, they’ve suddenly slipped out of
gear!!!!!!!!!!!
Madmen.

Annora Aliu