Money Can’t Buy Love

Let this fermented breath from my long unclean mouth catch you

The volcano from my hollow mountain that is my heart

Strike you with charcoals of black stones

Smash your brain and batter it into a loving piece

A piece that will love wisdom

And the spatters of the porridge fire fill your eye sockets

Let the waters of wisdom wash your eyes clean

That you may begin to understand these words I say to you

Money love, Love money an old trend of fashion

Love money, Money love a reflection of self rejection

I looked at you and you looked back

We were locked in secret process of intercourse

You tested my saliva and I smelt the floor of your hot loving blood

Who cares to remember who approached who or proposed to who

Yet we said I love you and felt good

At the peak of everything you bought me red roses

My first salary; my pocket was green, filthy green

You whispered a tickling sound in my ear “you are my best black man alive”

Money love, love money an old fashioned song

Love money, money love the roll of the best couple

Like in a rock love song

The tempo was set so fast, we loved and travelled

Money comes and money goes yet we stack together

We made love in the most memorable places of our generation

We moved from sensational to numbness

We loved and loved until I had known that my mind was corrupt with the memory of you

You left a note which said “money can’t buy love”

Bum! You swung, danced on the tongue of that lawyer just like we did

Money love, love money an old fashioned stumble

Love money, Money love a reflection of our society

I took myself on a painful journey, travelled past through my time machine

Red roses, Green pocket and Black man

Yet money can’t buy love? I saw the colours on our flag

The symbol of commonwealth

Public confers; is in the category of improper nouns

The government cake, which slowed the process of making you my fiancé

Instead he put the ring on that figure of yours

That very same figure that lodged in my mouth when we were alone sleeping

Money love, Love money old fashioned venom to super power

Love money, Money love the truth about our communities

Next time I will hear you speak of that phrase

Through the note you left me, I will tear it to ashes

Listen to yourself “money can’t buy love”

Isn’t love a mare seeking and giving of attention: to listen to boneless lies

To be bothered with traumatizing fantasies

You may say no, but your fiancé knows

He has bought love; the news editors can’t sleep until they write a line

I hear you do miss me, but I know you are feeling tramped by that ring on your figure

Your soon to be one body is a criminal as charged

Your children will have those genes as charged

He will pay the fine as judged and get to marry you

That is if heaven does slumber

If money can’t buy love what is this that our prophets preach about

“Give abundantly and you shall claim your favours from Heavens”

The humble black farmer sees the green light before and after sleep

Yet in red of blood all his hopes and dreams are killed before they are born

I will fight for my share of the commonwealth

For I know where all my sweat drips to

Once I get hold of what rightfully belongs to me

You will say I do and I will say I did now it’s payback time

I will violently park that womb of yours with organisms

I will love you violently with the hope of holding you so tighter

You may think I am fighting the odds

I through my democratic right, has decided to set part of my money

To search and bring back the lost alms

I know that your Fiancé has sacked the juice out of all law books

That he has left nothing for the taste of our judges

I know that his honour of stealing, has brought him fortune and fame

I also know that the commonwealth has bought him love and that is your love

But Darling I know that I truly love you and I will buy a blade to chop that ring off

He has charmed you with gold, but I will fight with conviction

For I will sit down and let my representative in the house of the commons fight

We shall load him with every weapon available to us

Praise songs, supplications just to make him want to speak on our behalf

Yes, my behalf, all of my little feelings and silly desires

I have trusted him to take care of them

I have signed the social contact and I will weep with the farmers

Yes, for their shuttered dreams

By now you must know that I don’t physically fight because I am in love

Please come back to me love…ok fine I agree, personal money can’t buy love