Shopkeeper.

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 She came to shop

Few supplies and all she said
Why can't you be my supplier
I posed
Of what exactly
She asked
Those big eyes
Would have put a king on his knees
Begging
She promised to reply
When she goes low on supply
The damned day came
I don't know what I was  thinking
Or rather whether I was thinking
For staters It was market day
All the market women saw her
Enter my shop
The boda  guys at the back
Mark timed her exit
Now in the dark
Of this cell I pay the debt
Of my iniquity
The female judge am told
Judges male molestors
Harsher than a labrader
15 years if am lucky
Is what the jail birds
Have predicted
Will my wife stay
Or she is already having an affair
The burden of being a man
In the 21st century is
Hotter than hell to handle
I thought issues can be handled
Whenever elders sit
But now my elders see me as filth
That deserves hanging.

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