Hendrix

A teller is at the Bank where i work but,
With a Professor to guide him on;
But life there is like the dark windows without light.
Oh, candidates of hell!
What hangs between your legs cannot sleep;
But i am Hendrix in the woods of love and about to teach you,
So do listen to me when you want me to care for you.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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