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
