Wuv

I will be publishing the articles which garnered the Pulitzer Prize for Nonsense (Punked!). I made them two years ago for CL 101 (Comparative Literature). Most of them were made on the day of the deadline. I obviously work hard (if not best) under pressure. This was not included in the BS Bio prospectus but I just felt like enrolling in this class. I somewhat got a high grade in this subject so surely there was no regret in wasting my time.

This is the first installment of the said collection of prose, poems, trash, crap, dirt, shit, and other stylistic-simplistic-idiotic literary pieces. I don’t smell any confidence here. Anyway, it is a poem about lovemaking and the things your mouth can’t control saying if you’re under the influence of ecstasy (the feeling not the pills). This does not translate into something personally, promise. Enjoy! Or else.

Tolah Iruteka

U climbed over me
Tickling my erogenous zones
Brushing ur hair on my face
I lie still. Numb.
Like a song,
U filled up my senses
Distorting my vocabulary.
I shouted in ecstasy, in climax.
I wuv u.

U didn’t reply.