Can I compare summer to a filthy whore?
Swaying her inviting hips to tempt her victims
Off to the beach they go in large numbers to explore
Ignoring the warnings because of her large warm breasts and her seductive kittens
***
Summer, your promiscuity is obnoxious
Enough to bring in thousands of guests to your worship
Even the fear of a deadly virus wasn’t enough caution
You had them with your long pink nails and your pouty red lipstick
***
Summer, you hard-working harlot
The water between your thighs has created a puddle
Bringing large and tiny feet as they ride in chariots
They have come to build sand castles with shovels
***
And so like the rest of us sluts, you must take the shame
Because if you weren’t so beautiful, there will be no one to blame.
About the Creator
Damilola
poet, wanderer, writer.
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