Category : Poems

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I am semen
When you see me 
You've seen a man
That's why I'm called-
See-men. 

I come with package of life
Though men misuse me
To cement their lust
In the name of enjoying life
Not knowing they're lost. 

When men get seduced
By women they laid
I'll always hear them
Say this to me:

"Oh! Semen you-
I must discharge
For pleasure exchange."

When I hear this
I wipe away tears
From my eyes
And reply this:

"Why doth man measure pleasure
In wrong weighing balance
At the expense of their treasure
Under the influence of ignorance."

Oh!  Man, why misuse
The gift of sperms
To do your scams. 

Oh! Man, why release me
When you can use me 
To explore the world
Unknown. 

I once heard an alien chef
Told a man this:

"Give me semen and I
Will show you a man. 
Waste your semen and I
Will call you a fool. "

Although I feigned deaf
To the counsel
Of that chef. 

Sex, renders power abate
Why sexual energy waste? 
When you can use that
To create, 
The things we long await. 

Let's celebrate the celibates
For they are the strongest
Who abhor sex longest
And live life in modest. 

© Anthony Kelechi Andrew