POETRY FOR U Gh

Tribal mark is the name you're called You serrate your victims dimples, Forehead and cheeks with scars. Denoting the identity intended At first sight with your bearer. Yes, your purpose is fulfilled Yet deform is your victim, With the scars to reform. In this age of Aquarius, Familiarity and a name Is identity disclosed.

Our love is a curse ; Just as a forbidden pair. Bonded in the heavens Cursed by earthlings. Our love is a curse: Carried on my chest And you, on your breast Bound by the heavens Ruined by the spirits. It's a woe to my family A clue by your family Ensnared exactly One to the other. It's speaks of a Black sheep Bestowed By one to the other. A life for a life Your love is a Curse.

A cake of flour A cake of flour A cake of flour I loath A cake of flour A cake of flour A cake of flour I loath Three sheep Three sheep Three sheep I loath Three sheep Three sheep Three sheep I loath Four cattle Four cattle Four cattle I demand Four cattle Four cattle Four cattle I demand.