The spits of wood-smokes
The spits of wood-smokes,
Leap into the arms of the heavens
From the mouths of the secret clay pots
Of them that wield the scepters.
The empty deafening rants,
Of the Association Of Past Criminals-APC
Bewilder our unlistening ears
As the verbal fart of Iyabo
Greets our olfactory senses
As the OBJs,
Mail naked letters to the GEJs
Let the lumps of charcoal,
Now mock the black bottom of the calabash
First published on Facebook on 2013-12-20 at this link.