When you hear this resounding cry
Because the well of tears has refused to dry,
And you see no actions to hide the reason that would make people to want to pry,
And the heart can only afford a smile that is wry;
When suddenly Mountain Kilimanjaro is seemingly not high,
And like friction, perseverance wears off the hardness of the heart just to get nigh,
Like the clever escape of a noiseless fart out of an arse, you constantly hear a deep sigh,
And you feel and even see the pressure mounting up the thigh,
Then be alert because Queen Desperation is awake!
She’d make you restive with her slender fingers of desire that is as long as a rake,
Adding more wood to the fire of that desire of yours that tastes like a chocolate cake.
She’d orchestrate the actions that would satiate the flame of desire just for your sake.
Her majesty is indubitably a kind Queen,
Who is always at the beck and call of elders and teens.
Are you in a dire need and do feel that your needs are neglected or unseen?
Just whisper her name, for to help, she’s always keen!
