Shoot me with  affection,
Drown me with devotion,
Strangle me with desperation,
Poison me with dark, dark perspiration.

Between fiery and fun,
Eyes that make heads turn,
She pretends she hates my guts,
Yet  I colour the shape of her thoughts.

Hunters of vulnerable daughters of Eve,
Preying on weakened virtues,
Randy pedagogues  in the temple of callousness,
Eating forbidden fruits, whether ripe or unripe;

But this shameful act,
Has come at a great cost,
One scape man is now in fetters,
Ruminating over matters of his itchy crotch.

Back breaking labour,
Rheumatic pay at the most,
Then cold morsels to break evening fast,
Life of the People of State.

Lend your power,
Only, to those things,
That expressly matter,
To you, and to other beings.

Moonshine night, seated,
The two of us, whispering sweet nothings,
Wondering what the future held,
Morning! Wake up! Dream!

In the mind of the average,
That corner set much farther,
The deepest recesses,
Set way from the sun;

Patterns of thought,
Configured as fragments,
Not one aligning,
But freely standing;

Malformed decisions,
Incomplete opinions,
Inarticulate perceptions,
Discordant associations;

The children of State,
Rudderless, mindless,
Blown about and around,
Unprepared, unfortunate.

After the ashes,
And all went quiet,
Reality opened new doors,
To emotions never buried.

Could be as a result of circumstance,
One situation could lead to happenstance,
Or a conflicted dissonance,
Even a bewildering lack of stance.

So, how big is your fear?
Large enough to scare you to death?
But all will eventually be crystal clear,
When the jury carried out its final threat.

Seemed the spirit was lacking,
But one man kept on attacking,
Then youthful inexperience came knocking,
And it was Hots' for the taking!

I am son of this soil,
Planted in its richness,
No **** can choke my identity,
The minerals fuel my everlasting.

Such crass hypocrisy,
Coming from high society,
Blaming nomenclature,
For their inane nature;

Calling a pig,
A bad dig,
Just to roast it,
And save your own meat;

The movement has responded,
Just as the street would have wanted,
A total boycott of your brand,
To garnish your garri with enough sand.

****! Pick your plate clean!,
Many hungry mouths in Sudan,
A messy plate isn't a status symbol,
Remember the empty stomachs in Venezuela.

Uncalculated, dipping a pinky into a pool,
Calculated, jumping off a skyscraper,
Like a game of high stakes poker,
You deal...or are dealt with.

Rhythmic back and forth,
Entire shaft getting frothy,
Eyes roll back, mouthing gibberish,
Releasing gleefully with climatic relish.

Hypocritical nature of man,
Allows him move closest,
To his God,
When a hair's breadth from death.

How easy for men,
To fall prey to the guiles of women,
Abandoning proper critical processes,
To simply thinking with their phalluses.

Tattered dreams inflicted my senses,
They robbed me of sweet sleep,
I lay awake, midnight, trembling,
Fearful of the shameful morning.

Worldly riches are useless in heaven,
Without yeast bread is unleavened,
Children of Mammon are ungoverned,
Caught between the sixth and seven.

An enemy,
Undiscovered,
A shadow in the wings,
Waiting to know you.

So it went viral!
Celebrity arrested for illegal possession,
Gun toting and threatening officers of the law,
Also, riding an unregistered conveyance;

Amusing, to say the least,
When news tumbled in,
That a popular face was arrested,
Then paraded like a common criminal;

Social media went into a frenzy,
As videos made the rounds,
Made to lie on the ground,
He and his companions;

But a magistrate has set him free,
Reprimanded and asked to sin no more,
Cleared of illegal possession,
Because he had a license, anyway;

Then we remember, from sometime back,
That this same celebrity is an ambassador,
A popular face for the law,
Wow! Even posed in that uniform!

War! War!! War!!!
All around me sin a-blazing,
I run in every direction unseeing,
Looking for that door;

High on a moral ground,
Celebated from corruption,
Hermitted from seduction,
Sprituality all over me wound;

Then came the guns,
Bullets of lustful persuasion,
Sporadic shots of infatuation,
Leads of immorality weighing several tons;

Help me! Please, help me!
My soul cries out for a place,
Where I can see God's face,
Away from this drowning sea.

Wait, when was she hardly a pillow's length?
As she lay asleep, curled up, now several feet longer,
Then I reflected on the miracles of this life,
And how awesome such moments can truly be.

Sun has set on charred remains,
Of an unfortunate fellow,
Happened upon the wrong place,
At the most importune time,

The birds tell one tale,
And the rats another,
But the mob wanted blood,
And ended another life needlessly.

How can I trust,
My own beating heart,
Betrayed from the very start,
Even before the very first ******.

It is that little thing inside all of us,
That makes us want to deliver the biggest impact,
Whether taking a life or granting wishes,
That power to make that life changing decision.

And when the two forces locked hands,
Doomsday clocks rolled back many seconds,
On neutral ground both looked not out of place,
As many wondered what it meant, this phase;

The earth went on along its own axis,
The sun greeting the morning from the east,
Surely the stars will twinkle  tonight,
And the moon offering its cold bright light.

Thrown into wailing and sorrow,
Day suddenly turns dark,
Many a heart broken,
And many more shattered;

Father against his daughter,
Mother despises her son,
Uncle fights his nephew,
Aunt derides her niece;

Neighbourhoods at war,
Communities at daggers drawn,
Hamlets in peril,
Towns go up in flames;

The light has burned out,
The future is quenched,
Many felled by bullets,
Others hacked to pieces;

The make the headlines,
Blood spilled unnecessarily,
They leave loved ones behind,
And a country unwilling to change.

Chew, chew, chew, bloooooooooow,
Filled with nothing, but air,
You should know, life's not fair,
There are pins that make things go pow!

For the glory of the team,
Stuck me leg at full steam,
That got me sent the heck off!
But mon dieu! that's some ****** stuff!

Fire burning cold,
Spirit turning on its own,
Can't see beyond what I'm told,
Oh, what calamity to be thrown.

To the party,
To development,
To common sense,
To everything else;

Coronavirus COVID-19,
Has stripped them,
Down to their inefficiencies,
Revealed! All lack basic competencies;

The people of state bear the brunt,
Of coconut heads acting like eggheads,
Led by an ancient of days,
Too old for many modern ways.

They greeted the millennium with renewed hope,
Welcomed the new era with more expectation,
Military jackboots had been put to the rope,
Civilian turncoats can now tend the plantation ;

So every four years they mount the soapbox,
Preaching prosperity in the clouds,
Telling the People to give away their sovereignty,
Over cheap promises of beds of roses.

A welcoming warmth during cold,
A place where love w'll hold,
A cool bide in the day's heat,
A beautiful place for refreshing retreat.

Tarry, oh young love,
For thine heart, I see pure,
But make haste, for time abideth not,
The grave is a cold, lonely place.

The problem created by problem makers,
Who call themselves, ridiculously, government,
Is push absurdity down the throat of the people,
And expect anything better than stupidity;

These people create burdens,
Designed only for the vulnerable,
Fetter the impoverished with difficulties,
And pass the blame to others than them;

Laughable, the least,
Ignominious, the most,
Ridiculous, in between,
Mendacious, all around;

Other nations do it,
So, why can't we?
But are you a country?
Please, inform my ignorance;

So, when they place the sleigh before the dogs,
And expect movement is any positive direction,
It only shows the extent of their disillusionment,
The sincerity of the toilet, really.

Pray that the sun rises in the east,
And pray, too, that the earth spins along its axis,
Make supplications that the moon shines at night,
And intercede on behalf of many rats in the sewers;

Here we are, people of state,
Vagabonds in high places have come again,
Pulling the chord of our collective mentality,
Yanking the chain of our divisive idiosyncrasies;

For many, many seasons they have harvested,
Fruits borne by the motherland,
Furnished their illicit barns with treasures of state,
Fueled their desires with the blood of the children;

Yet a time comes when the seas will roar in tempestuous rage,
The four winds cry out in deafening anger,
Night and day both refuse to do their bidding,
The earth refuse to stomach the wickedness of  their inhumane abominations;

Not too long, oh brethren,
The time is dearly nigh,
That the shackles of our backwardness,
Will turn into tools for our deserved happiness.

Lazy Thursday afternoon,
Room for cuddle and spoon,
Everywhere darkly cold,
Now, into the very warm fold.

Toothbrushes, ***** old socks,
This business truly *****,
Thought I had the best times with you,
But all I did was play the **** fool.

Excitement at a level,
Pulsing, pulsing...pulsing,
Unable to hold it in,
Bursting, bursting...bursting.

If only men went for,
What's between the ears,
And not,
What's between the thighs;

Perhaps the world,
Would be less complicated,
But again, what's life,
If not what kills a man.

So, what if we talk funny,
And believe in the entitlement of our own ignorance?
We will build a wall to keep you out,
And brag about how we run this friggin world!

To many, and a few,
This is not new,
Old as anyone can remember,
Cycling from January through December;

Obtaining by false pretence,
Others later coined a preference,
Yahoo! Yahoo!
Yahoo! Plus! with added voodoo;

And from Cairo to Capetown,
Or Freeport through Freetown,
Victims have been left devastated,
Even the smartest outwitted;

Advance fee fraud,
I've got gold in the cloud,
You should be investing?
So, where should I be paying?

When I first met you years ago,
I had this strange, strange feeling,
I knew no what it meat at the time,
But I hated you for it, why?

Because courage failed me,
The contents of my heart burdened me,
The fiery look in your eyes frightened me more,
Magical beauty wrapped in simple tastefulness;

And after all these years,
I still feel these things in my heart,
And when you looked at me with equal interest,
Everything exploded into a million lovely pieces.

Good habits,
Are difficult to acquire,
Even more difficult are bad habits,
To retire.

We're locked down, by order,
The body, none the wiser,
Will crave nourishment,
Of all sorts, moment by moment.

Never before has shame borne a new meaning,
The eyes failing to convince vision,
Seeing now is disbelief,
For all they are, and will be, is a terrible lie;

Right from the tarmac of the airport,
Greeted by stink and algae, rot and disrepair,
Gun toting men in military fatigues,
And a jumble of rickety trolleys;

Across dirt strewn medians,
Road blocks mounted by zoned out operatives,
Dusty highways dotted with gaping holes,
And terrible bypasses hewn into tired looking rocks;

Struggle across makeshift bridges,
Old railway tracks, abandoned,
Dark bends and dangerous loose surfaces,
Overgrown shrubs, perfect hideout for highway rogues;

The joy on our faces,
Whenever we arrive safe,
Glad to be off the hot, stinky deathtraps,
Of the north-south-east roadways.

Emperors of State cultivate hate on a scale,
Expect reverence from the victims of their wickedness,
Pitiable handouts unfit, even for illegitimate born,
Let alone the People of State;

Because something is better than nothing,
These young ones are forced to abdicate pride,
Stoop to get some scoop,
Or embrace perpetual indolence;

Nothing inspires here,
All there is, is fear,
Of hunger and penury,
Every evil more than legendary.