Woman Download – It Speak

Bundle of problems waiting to upload
Poor dude enthralled by a glamorous chick
Almost dressed in the nude
Stripped to the bone in strips and straps to tease
She’s always glued and trapped on her cell,
Myriad emails assail her i-pad
If not on the pad, she’s listening to music on her i-pod
Yet, dude is itching to download,
He’s bitched and bewitched
Loads and loads of trouble unbundled,
Problems, waiting to explode,
Oh no! No sex-hungry guy goes scot free
Without sack loads of problems to unload,
Easy to catch, difficult to offload
Don’t traverse that rough road!

The internet itinerant addict you are,
Your download could infected be
Your fish catch could contaminated be
Your net could have been hacked
You may give hug to a secondhand hag
That is if you don’t explore probingly
You could explore and haul in a whore
Smiling seductively at your door
When you bring in your supposedly bumper
Catch ashore,
Poor you in your drunken stupor
You’ll be agape when you awake
Alas, you’ll be love poor
Then, it’ll be late when you reckon
Your take

You may have hired a hag,
Ready to hurry and harry you,
She will ask, ‘Are you sure you’ll marry me?’
She will go the whole hog
To enchant and blog
But dude, beware of Trojan Horses
Woman download could baited be,
Vicious virulent viruses concealed
To assail your veins when you click and lick,
Viruses which cannot be contained
By a cocktail of anti-virus therapies
At the apothecaries and infirmaries,
Dude, cork your dick to spare the chick
Don’t lick and prick the chick
At the click of a mere button,
Boot off your bottom
If’ you’re bottom-happy,
Stand firm in self restraint for appointed bosom,
At the right time, right place and right price,
You’ll find your appointed spouse,
Not by the lousy click of a mouse
Nor by trigger-happy click on a button,
Pray for the right target catch
And then close the hatch,
Then incubate with your match in the hatchery
To avoid onrush of virulent viruses
From Pandora’s vial and amphora,
Buddy, you’re on trial!
Internet love affair in an Accra Café lair?
I cry for you! 419, Sakawa, HIV fare!




By Kwesi Atta Sakyi
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