HOW YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY
A gentleman had died last night at the house with a red roof,
I smiled on my cold bed as mother spoke in hushed tones aloof.
They said he had holes in his chest similar to our old okra grater
And his face, multiple bites inflicted like that of a hungry gator.
His Persian white rug bearing blood of dainty virgins seduced ,
Had added to its collection his red liquid, I admit was so said due.
It was great he was positioned as he used to look at the mirror,
When he growled with smooth baritone how he would eat me raw,
Till i went mad with pleasure to always come begging at his lair.
Yes I did come, and discovered that I did not quite like to share.
So I only wanted to feel his warmth and give him better love bites
Than Mary’s who lay naked and buried in his dead garden laterite.
How you drive me crazy.