Don't Kill The Fire In That Damsel Poem by Raimi Babatunde

Welcome to the future
We are the millenials
In search of greener pastures
They abandon our virile sistos
Who didn't sign any oath of celibacy
Aren't they parking their cars at owners' risk?

They have high libidos
With memerizing lyrical contents
They undress your softwares
And hibernate in their holy temple
Helping you clean your playhead
While you journey around like "Ajala"

Is it food? Yes, it is
Without which we are incomplete
When your better half craves intimacy
And finds solace in the hands of a jobless dude
The result, a cracking fireworks
Stop destroring your homes

I just hope yours is yours
For their mind is deeply deep
Before you sue for DNA
Where did the crack emanate from?
Have a meeting with yourself
And stop parking at owners risk

Even Animals defend their territories
They mark them by being the King
Are you the King of your clan?
A woman has sexual needs
And these needs should be met
Don't kill the fire in that Damsel
For you, she gave up her everything
Her life...