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THE CAR AFFAIR



Love is no more fair

As dating turns a funfair

Life is not that simple 

Especially in the days of Uber and  bolt

Where taxis are still ample

Speeding passengers like Usain Bolt


Who says money can't buy love

Go ask Christiana Love

If she preferred Benz to Picanto

That's how far Gloria can go


Woe unto ye inhabitants of Africa

For I have released the love for car

Into ladies and gents 

Living in mansions and tents


It's not her fault

If on you rains her assault

She'll want to join the fraud cruises

Until she finally bruises


Blame not your boyfriend

Who's at the receiving end

With little time, little money

Roaming always just to find honey


After all, we both need to hold the wheel

Step the pedal and feel the breeze

We need it more than you

Be a lil more patient till time is due.


If you still walk in the 21st century

With the "one day, one day it's gonna bee" lyrics

Then expect not the queen slayers

To wait till you have answered prayers


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