The taste of my sweat
is the only drink I crave.
I love my sweet smelling sweat;
I relish its taste dearly.
My sweat has sweet aroma.
It is pure and scruples.
So dear friend,
Just drink your red wines
And perfume your mendacious suits.
I am allergic to juices of forbidden fruits.
I will not shake hands with transgression.
Just let my sweat cascade my face;
I will give the sun my nude back,
and the sun will give me more sweat.
Then I will drink more and more,
till my thirst is virtuously tranquilized.
By: George Asimba,posted by Lewis Wafula