The great wind came
One blowing fiercer than most
Our frivolousness to tame
Ripping our delusions at its post
And all our young happiness faded
It was inevitable ,dare I say
For if our love be truly graded
Even lesser winds it wouldn’t allay
Sadder and sadder I became
From the trouble at home I face
How that nagging witch used to be my dame;
My mind cannot place.
Then I found my friend ,Luthana
My little dusty powdery friend
Digging in my nostrils like a gold miner
And then I begin to transcend
You see my friend, Luthana is always here;
When the woman serves me her poisoned dinner;
And I try to make all thoughts disappear;
I pierce my skin and let him in and I feel like a lottery winner.
My friend, Luthana would never nag
Or would he send me to sleep on the couch;
He does not have breast that would one day sag;
And for me he would always vouch.
We have the weirdest conversations
Like why I like to call him Luthana
But you see,his real name could cause condemnation;
And he doesn’t mind if its that or whatever.
For this reason I speak in codes
When I talk about my dear buddy
When he goes I miss him loads
Life would suck without Luthana.
Nnanna Chioma.
This is brilliant
Thank you, Mike.
Wow. So this post was just you bluffing… as opposed to puffing.
I wonder where you got this inspiration from? Nice one tho
Lol Thank you, Jindu.
Nooooiiiiice! I like the rhymes..”He does not have breast that will one day sag”…LMAOO.
err..you don’t actually have Luthana as a friend, do you? <_<
Thank you, Aanu. Lmao I don’t.
You keep writing better and better stuff. Im thrilled
Thanks boo.
Niiiiiice!
hmm nice so what inspired U to write , & what’s Luthana
Eeer Okay!!! U myt wanna giv us a hint on who? or what? is Lufthana cos this is creepy
Really nice.