Billboard stood at alert
At the meeting point of Èsù
Like an awoken manhood
Ready to dive into the ocean.

Reasons for gathered heads
In front of it like crusade time
Struck a chord in me
"Check it out!" He told me.

Since my mind never for once
Politrick me to any good vices
I opted for his suggestion
And off to the site my leg went.

A closer look at the inscription
Boldly lettered on the board
"Vacancy for the revered
Post of Jesus Christ!"
That got laughter to **** me.

Come to think of it
Should that post still be vacant?
My thought kept rubbing me
Of the reality I lost.

We lust after the lostful desires
That becloud mankind's mind
With a zero knowledge of where
The master claimed he'd prepared.

Two millennia ago and nineteen
The reporter told the tale
That the master even almost
Lust after his creation with his cross.

Fast forward to now
Many robed hungry souls
Carry placards of repping him
Only to live by bread alone.

Little wonder, his post on earth
Seems vacant thirsting for
Who's really get enough to fit in
The filler must be void of blemish.

Off I go to my abode
To search for he who
Can fittingly wear his cap
Else, he won't come back.

For as long as black bears black
He won't come at least to the blacks
We let him buy us
Now we sell him to eat.

Till the song cease to be
"Jerusalem on high!"
And turns torrent to become
"Africa on high!"
He ain't ready for us yet.

So, let the vacancy linger on
Till we sense...*light out!

Tosin Morakinyo
@RexMorrisson

It is not my thing to hit them where it hurts.
Should we desire to make their corpse walk, they will have a nice night, just the way it is. How we so trusted like a fox. But why pick me, in a vain shadow? You  sucker punch.

Are you now the wary transgressors, on a mission to venice? Things men do. When you cross the line; you have but a short time to live and it is no business of mine. It could be karma knocking at your door, fix it if you can.

I'll get you for this, even it I turn the last page. But you never know with women. Sometimes it is strictly for cash, but figure it out for yourself. But sometimes, you are safer dead. Those creatures, they are the smartest of all. Tell them I told you.

Is it true that you are lonely when you’re dead? Or the guilty are afraid? Maybe in a coffin from Hong Kong. Stay strong, come easy, go easy even if you are on a mission to Sienna.

The way the cookie crumbles, I would rather stay poor. Tell it to the Birds and have this one on me. Want to stay alive? Don't be fooled my blood, an ear to the ground always, especially when there is a Hipie on the highway

The Vulture Is a Patient Bird, waiting at eve, to devour the flesh of the orchid, just like our  "politrick-cians". They make the fast buck; then they double shuffle. We cower and say "I'll bury my dead" even when this leaves like a hole in the head.

When you hold a Tiger by the tail. You've Got It Coming and there's always a price tag, because you are just another sucker. Know that I've got an ace up my sleeve, it is the joker in the park. It is just a matter of time.

You have mastered hit and run. Do me a favour, drop dead for my laugh comes last. That's when you'll know I hold the four Aces. Consider yourself dead, in a can of worms. Did I hear...Oh yes!, you can say that Again.

Even though it is not my thing; hit them where it hurts. I can make the corpse walk. It's like a paw in the bottle. Amazing things men do. Believe this, believe everything because only the guilty are afraid.

Knock, knock! Who's there? So what happens to me? You're dead without money. But a  Goldfish has no hiding place. I can have a change of scene. With the world in your pocket, you have yourself a deal. So, ship in or shape out. At this juncture, i quit lamentations. I am on a mission to succeed. So, how many did you read?