They say one man's inspiration
Is another man's distraction
Therefore call my perception
Another man's imagination.
Poetry for me is a water fountain
Yet another man's mountain
I talk to Maya Angelou in my dream
And lick words like ice cream
Many days, when I sleep at night
I know this doesn't sound right
I do it twice a day, every Sunday
Than again twice a day on Monday
This is an unusual association
That some will call an abomination.

Let me be, let the demon do as it pleases
This is not fetal, not like other diseases
This my life, my calling, and my power
Let the poetic demons come at any hour
Let them plant the seeds of poetry in me.
Maybe they'll bare stardom and fame.
Maybe this will finally take me on that Safari
Riding side by side with President Buhari.
Maybe I will be one lucky writer
Fortunate to do business with the banker,
All this is just my imagination
So don't take it into consideration.

IB-Poetry©️
2/10/2018