By J.J OKEME
Call me not a Drunk
For what I take are thirst quenchers
They move me not
I move them
For the paths I walk are narrow and thorny
I stagger not.
Call me not a Cheat
I’m just wiser than you
Smarter in the game we both play,
Able to navigate your intelligence
And take away what you let loose.
Call me not a Smoker
For I only keep myself warm
Or rather, my mouth busy,
More, I swallow not the smoke
I puff it out in patterns
And it designs the atmosphere.
Call me not a Glutton
For my needs are never met
My desires grow like shrubs,
They refuse to expire
Even though I eat live cows
Call me not a Prostitute
It’s mere service I render
Even of the pulpit come
Why not call me a service provider?
‘Stead you call me names
You who pay for pleasure
And get worn-out treasure.
##J.J Okeme lives in Ughelli, Delta State where he writes poetry and short stories
Hard Voices 
Beautiful piece…
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Thank u
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Oh wow! Call me not delusional or dumb, for I know not what you speak of! We only see what we wanna and that’s what you see, like seriously??? LMAO!
Wowzer, a wonderfully composed piece of satirical poem! Ridiculously brilliant, absolutely creative! The composition of an eternal optimist I must add! Kudos! LOL
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So much grammar. Ridiculously happy to see you, absolutely grateful as usual. Wowser!
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You’ve gotta be friggin’ kiddin’ me, Kingsley! Really, REALLY?! Psst! LOOL.
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Nothing like beautiful poetry to start the day. Really nice.
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Thank you very plenty
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Hmm! Call me not a Cheat… Like seriously, dis is a nice piece
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Thanks for reading, thanks for commenting, thanks for returning to my blog, Miriam!
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