Oni Olusegun Mar 18
When I was a watermelon
I thought I was pink
Now I see watermelons
I think they are all green
Maybe I am not as pink as i think
Maybe I will never be
Oni Olusegun Mar 7
You might have heard a dumbass claim
A snake swallowed thirty six million
Thirty six million government money from a government office
Please believe it
Please don't believe it
Its a dumbass claim
A poetic one (at best)
A snake in a government house
What an allegory!
A snooty sneaky snake (Python, given the amount) snared money
What an alliteration!
It excreted the brief case
What a genius!
The story checks out after investigation
What an ending!
Nigeria
What a joke!
Sometimes I just wonder why Britain' gave Nigeria independence. This country is far from fit to rule itself
Oni Olusegun Mar 7
Why take my bell
To give me a crown
My cot
To give me a Jungle
A pride
A bigger head, two Cubs
Stronger teeth
Appetite for blood
But no shoulder
To shoulder these responsibilities
Oni Olusegun Mar 2
He cooks me the best
Continental dishes
Do I like the taste?
I do not know
No tastebud!

But I am not human,I am a sexdoll
He loves me
To the moon and back
Can I feel the tingle?
I do not know
My heart knows no beat

He stabs me in the back
Can I feel the pain?
I do not know
No spinal Cord!

But he is a man not a robot
Like a mad man dying alone
in the snow, he slowly withers--
Like a maize plant in dry season
  Feb 26 Oni Olusegun
Zero Nine
Broke, sitting with half plate
Pasta, butter, spice
Shuffle through my old clothes
I used to look nice

What is nice, but smaller?
Smaller, smaller, still
String bean and potatoes
Go fine together

The grocer tries to tell me,
"Divide, conquer, divide."
"What is nice, but smaller?"

I guess the grocer's right
What makes
a rebel,
a revolutionary,
a visionary,
is not the
shouts of the
crowd,

but their
willingness
to listen,
to listen
for the silence
and understand
why the silence
is there.
The newspaper
is written
by savages,
the media
is sugar coated
manipulative;
movements
that play
mind games
with flabbergasted
summer childs,
ink that was spilt
only to
tune in more lies,
each satellite
sends two more
into the hell of
silence,

be careful

be careful

because their words
are so powerful
that you will
start hating the oppressed
and loving the
oppressor.
pave your own path, write your own words. You are free.
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