by Walid Saba
I drink the wine …
And then I drink some more
But I will only feel fine
Sipping a courteous whore
I have no time for lies
No time for talk
Before my passion dies
And to other side I walk
I plan to sin, my dear,
Not look into your eyes
What love are you speaking of?
I need a maverick harlot,
This is not the time for a dove
Juts take me to where things are scarlet,
And go look elsewhere for love
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Currently the Chief Information Officer of PRAGMATECH, Walid Saba received his PhD in Computer Science from Carleton University in 1999. He spent over 18 years in industry working at such places as the American Institutes for Research, AT&T Bell Labs, MetLife, Nortel Networks, IBM and Cognos, Inc. He also taught Computer Science at the University of Windsor, the New Jersey Institute of Technology (NJIT), the American University of Beirut, and the American University of Technology. Dr Saba has over 30 publications including an award winning paper that he presented at the 31st Annual German Conference on Artificial Intelligence.
Last updated July 06, 2015