​When an aclipse is sexual


Now this time we going in last

Thoughts crowding their minds

Eyes to the skies in glasses

Black to be specific.
Let me ask you this Q

Who told you to put on black whatever

..  .This has not began, became today

Even in the ice age it was is and is right???
That was for the Obssessed entity,

Back to the essence ,status quo of today

The sun spend some time playing Lantern;

Gazing at the moon like David at the pool

Ooooooh!and september ignites this fire,

Shamelessly the sun thinks its a better crime

To commit time to its public disgrace.
We better agree to diss agree

Or decease any agreement, understanding;

The sun need to find a house

For it to be performing its nuisance ritual,

Come on poets the moon is a god

And does not deserve this act.
Just played with your mind

Kindly appreciating the flower 

That comes with this month

Today was an eclipse of poetic wits.


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