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RAPE By: Apeke




Oh!
I lost my unrecovered beauty
To a gritty guilty
I left my pedestal
For a sorrowful festal
My courage becomes a comestible forage.


Who's to be blamed?
You or me?
You,indeed!
You,who unlocked the maiden's teeth
With your stinking sheath
Who turned beauty to filthy
And filthy to ashes.
I blame you!

I glanced at your foot
But you focused on my boob
When I tried to caution
You made a dunction
Alas! Your organs malfunction.


Recall,please recall!
You bid a fare- bye
I gave a bye
But you never looked by
You unveiled my shell
Like an unriped jell
Please, go to hell.

Selfish Lad
Aren't you mad
You spoilt my physique
Adding in my cup a dizzy physic
Yet the society praises you
Calling you a man
You're nothing but a can
That you feel nature
You deserve a torture
Your sheath worths a rupture
Your body into a deep puncture.


©Apeke
War against rape

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