A CUTE

The more you look
The more you see.
We can never do
By playing with fire.
The more you listen
The more you hear.
We could never
Surrender our future
To their hazardous wags.
The more you go
The more you far.
We know not our love
That will keep us behind.
The barred windows.
The more you stupid
The more you belove.
We didn't want to
Gain birth to a fool.
In the bussy boat,
The more you jack
The more you slack.
We know moderate
But we never satisfy.
The more you race on
The more you move on.
We know a steady steps
But here's to whistle
More than the stories.
The more you judge
The more you sin.
The walk on a road
As a cloud time
Darkness without a lightening.
The more you know
The less you judge.
The secret of the scenes
On the faces of the victors.
The more you fingered
The more you pointed.
All other courses are for 
the orators to the listeners

By Gbadegesin Akeem Ayodele
            AKA Somideela

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