I Get Pleasure

I get pleasure
Becomes angry
And horny too
By the ideas
Conceived
By me at work
Or leisure
Give me a pen
And paper
As I have to
Ejaculate
In black and white
On the face
Of the earth
Experiences
The beauty
The truth
Moulded
In my heart
And turned
Into heat
And power
Generated
By the motion
And friction
Of an excessive energy
To release
To calm down
Come out
As lava
With great responsibility.

poem by Abdul Wahab
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