The falling leaves on fading nights
The wish of a dying soldiers with insights
The shadow swells with lustful desires
Then city stinks with desirable sins
Untold not of the glory forth
Agbadza to calm the nerves
Shake, flap, shake
Twist, shake, Twist.
Shaky, shaky, bum bum
The glory seeking high
The tempers rising high
Men delight
She shakes, shakes and shakes by the fireside
She is going home with me
Delusional moment of stinking bee
Wrestle not with me
She chose me with the sinful eye
I followed on the shaking ass
The falling leaves on fading nights
A moment a soldier rises to his glory
To live and fight another day
When battles are won at night
With a city that stinks with desirable sin
(C) Derrick Ofori Donkor – 23rd March, 2015
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