I could get up, run right out. to the middle of
the road, ringing a bell hard
with my penis dangling at its pendulum
hitting it hard in wince, in a craggy orgiastic
running naked, stomping the ground hard
with my cut tongue stuck permanently
inside my rectum - while my pelvis
grows an eye, twitching a maniacal wink
Oh, the clouds will gather like cum
hands in akimbo, dark signalling the hard fall
wandering what stuff of nightmare before eyes
what repression could have fashion such angst?
With five hundred naira in my mouth
I would jump up, happily crazed, hard smiling
with vulvas for ears and nipples for eyes
head walk, and scrape my forehead on the tar
Soon I would roll hard and on knees
letting the bell injure my face as I struggle
to fuck my ears with my belled penis
letting the bell injure my face as I struggle
to fuck my ears with my belled penis
the sweat would profuse, the heart beat wild
men might gather like clouds, ashamed
and I would still be a runner up
and I still wouldn't come close to kind of fuck
that prods and have driven these zombies mad
for when clouds gather either rainfalls or a madness thuds -
but who then could be madder than that?
who's got this cloud gathering
who Olorun might ask up in the clouds, eating pringles and
Gabriel would point toward Ota, at the winner
at the richest pastor building an ark, eons after the rainbow
with such stagflation, in the stead of mere fuck.
Gabriel would point toward Ota, at the winner
at the richest pastor building an ark, eons after the rainbow
with such stagflation, in the stead of mere fuck.
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