this ain't no art, man,
this is just a careless whisper
this is just George Michael
singing in your stereo
this is just your bourgeois-blues
this is merely a bewilderment
this is not the art, you know it,
you ******
you ****
you chronic masturbator
you who dare to write on the internet
dancing with yo papa' shoes
and in yo mama' lingerie
ah, look at yourself, a human miracle
Angel of a foreign Harlem,
you who wasted all away,
speaking in foreign tongues
inside the thighs of a british stripper,
you idiot
you *****.

and when i'm done i'll come for you,
like a ****
like a dog
sniffin' and slidin' in your park
in your ***** trailer park
there with your fat-****-husband
stalkin' yo every move
you *****
you ****
and when i'm done i'll look for you,
simple as that
simple as an Einstein formula
served to you on exotic dishes
by Norma from Twin Peaks,
cars for the missus and furs for the mistress
and when you'll die you'll ****
between all your champagne wishes
and it'll be ******* ridiculous.

But that's life, babe.
Get down on thursday,
drains you in May.
You *****.

so be-my-babe
i say be-my-babe
in black and white
like the Ramones
or the Ronettes or
the Rolling Stone
- i still want to know
how your insides look like,
- i still want to save
your capitalist nature
in my mother's fridge,
- i still want to fly
high on a jet plane with you,
alone,
with or without needs,
crashing on our bridge.

I love you-
love me!

I put my gun in your hands.
I push it. I shovel it.
My bones are broken
bound by all the words
i never dared to say
- and here, my love, right here,
i put IT in my mouth,
i feel the cold steel in my tongue,
-- how much blood from
such a tiny hole, Lizaveta!--
and this, and so much more.

but please, i say please,
would you feed me?
would you need me?
i'm a little angel drowning in candies
who's eating his heart out and ******* his candy
ah, would you say this? Would you?
Just because it ain't cool?


Well if i'm not cool i'll drive my kite all night
and take my lunchbox and
shoot Panama down and
shoot Mexico down and
shoot a *** smoker down
and shoot a crack dealer down
and shoot a beer dealer down and
shoot Mexico down
shoot Osaka down
Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal
amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa!
Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal
amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa!
my love will gun down all your school
Look at me - i say, look at me!
Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal
amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa!
Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal
amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa!
and don't you forget to say my name,
as i'll

****

YOUR

SKULL

Sister Bisi,
A serial fashion killer
From what I remember, her beauty was men's dealer.
Her ostrich legs would move her,
Like a car without adequate fuel
See, I doubt it if sister Bisi could really "****"
.
Sister Bisi,
Her smiles could make you render
Her your head,
Of course, before placing her head-drink,
You would be dead!
Calling her "Beautiful" was an understament
.
Sister Bisi,
I once believed she was a witch
Her eye lashes elongated like  palm fronds
She could barely swallow "amala"
But she could linger on "noodles" and
"suya"
Her lips would dance like flowers in the air
When she says "like seriously"
.
Sister Bisi,
I admire you, till yesterday,
When a circle of unending presence beheld you
Besides the "gutter" you could barely cross
Your twins on the chest shaved away!
Like demolition of  our public library.
"she's been used" I heard from murmurs, I was keen
Only to know that you were a "slay queen"
.  
Balogun Tolulopez Ayodeji David(drunk poet)
©️2017
ANA Aaua chapter

Father I want to you something rare,
No father!  Not the beauty I beheld yesterday,
Nor the sweetness of her lips,
Father not the dexterous touch of her hips,
Listen father, please care,
Father I had a nightmare,
Not a masquerade chasing me,
Look my mouth! No sign of amala!
Father out you should hear me.

Father it's my homeland,
The land of my forefathers,
She was helpless,
Couldn't find help, not even by
Our Fathers,
She  restless and careless.
Father my County is dying!
And moses shook his head In disapproval,
Father you are the country.

How Should I Propose?
I see in her everything I desire
Maybe In the middle of the sea
On a very fine boat
And just slide it in?
Like we slid it in...

Is it best when she is asleep?
Breakfast on bed
One knee on the ground
Kiss her and pop the question?
Will you be mine?
I can't wait anylonger

Maybe she'll like it private
I'll keep it short and simple
No drama, no paparazzi
Then we go see her family
I guess she will say "Yes"
What if she says "No"?

She once mentioned "Ayelala"
Before a god in my village
What if the sun rises?
And she is not to the rescue
This is not an option
But I want her to be mine

I'll take her out
On a beautiful weekend
While the birds sings
And ***** crow at dawn
I will sing her favourite song
And slid in the rings

With a car filled with beautiful balloons
Escorted by beautiful maidens
With escorts from the royal guards
Making beautiful rendition
Then I will shout to the world
"Marry Me" Honey!

Love is beautiful
When you catch the feel
You'll just know
You want to rush in
But be careful my friend
So you don't rush out

If I do it in a store
And she says "No"
As I watch in Nollywood
I'll just collect my ring
Sell it back to them and case closed "Mbok"

Can I take her to Paris?
The city of love
Buy her a diamond crested ring
And say my vows
In that city of love
Shall we make the trip?
Will she say "No?"

Take me to Mama Folu
Let me buy her hot Amala
Or take me to Effurun market
There is a woman that sells there
Hot banga soup with starch
Just add all the living things
And pop the question

The hour has come
To do the needful
Please say a prayer for me
As I take a lifelong decision
Into a journey unknown...
And she said, "Yes"

Babatunde Raimi
Author/Life Coach/Poet
08178827380 & 08035063895

I remember,
There were three sets of eyes
Curious eyes of strangers, adoring eyes of family and the envious eyes of my friends
Oh! The lucky girl got the beau.
I had a glass cup full of palm wine that
You and I had to drink from
I'd take a sip, and you'd drink it all
I should have known that it would remain so
Why did I keep dancing?
Even when I saw your eyes
Following not mine, but her every move
I should have known it would remain so.

Anyway, now I have your eyes
At the mercy of my blood tainted palm.

All my friends say I never kissed one frog
Yet I got a handsome prince
I see the envy still lingers like sparks of fire in their gazes
If only they knew my handsome prince turned into a filthy fly-fishing frog
Right after the kiss.

Anyway, now they'll see the frog for real
Your charming eyes are gone, I've split your nose
And your mouth opens to nothing but a toothless black hole
Your face, once able to launch a thousand ships,
Around which you built your glory
Now lies pale and bloated under the darkened clots of your bad blood.

I swore it was till death
How could you forget?
All the times you would hit me while I cried and begged,
Did you think I was pleading for my own life?
I said it was till death
I couldn't leave you while you lived.

I'm sure you get it now that your head lies apart your body
And Oh! Do not worry your dead head about your pride,
I'll dissolve it in acid
Before anyone else sees you're a 2inch limp.

This is not self defence
It has been my life since the first time
Remember Obi? in my story -'Stories of Forever', whose wife made nkwobi with his head,
And pounded Amala with his brown skin... That was you
You always asked why I chopped vegetables like they had done wrong
Now you know it was your fingers I saw instead of them poor veggies.
Now you see why I loved you more in red shirts,
Red is the colour of blood.