I stepped in a field of Gods Rows and rows of wondrous Gods Seated and standing in mass array Supreme directors of earth’s affairs Representatives of all glory Entouraged in moonlight glow Issuing commands to men below     They reigned extant in discordant harmony Some silent and weak, others dying And still more … Continue reading →

THE MUSE SPIED A CRACK | by Kayode Faniyi Your earrings like wrecking balls they dangle from your ears Your top, ah, rather transparent don’t I spy a strap – pink? I told you, and now I tire no butt crack shows for me! The muse jumps up and hails aye ye daughter of Jezebel. … Continue reading →

THE WORKSHOP FOR CONCRETE AGITATION –where the people reign and the rulers tremble A rhyme for our Oga, the legislator Very well known for his tackling drill They call him “The Tyson Senator” He bites his colleagues as he goes for the kill Eager to start the honourable fights Always on behalf of the ruling … Continue reading →