Ojedokun Olajide

Hear my cry,
My cry,
The cry of a poet
The unseen instinct of my inner self
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Through tempest and tribulation
Through trials and temptation
My song still and still shall be
Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord
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Still asleep in beautiful repose
A knock I heard on my door
Guess the intruder was to the door very close
Cos at my inquiry, his voice, though pale became as bold as ore
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Coming now of age
And growing in a form so strange

The beautiless girl next door
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Tempt me no further young damsel
Body they say is no wood
Neither is sex to me food
And abstinence they say is very good
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I have dined with the ‘evil
Not with a big spoon but a small one
I dined with him
No one being cheated, no one consuming less
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I went onto the street for a walk
Both young and old I see as they hawk
As I observed within me, I could feel their pain
And I wonder why our leaders only promise in vain
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I knew of a boy and a pupil he was
Who sat in the class while the teacher taught
And arithmetic it was that the teacher taught
So after teaching, the teacher asked if it was understood
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He said my mom was old fashioned,
Never knew he was only being driven by his lustful passion,
Told me sex makes a relationship absolute and real,
Never knew he was going for the kill.
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I still uneasily and unceasingly wonder
Why most females, beautiful and un-beautiful commit blunder
Whenever in the kitchen (or wherever) they cook
Not even after they might have visited the recipe book.
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I once loved a lovely girl, Priscilla
She's so beautiful, she looks like a queen
She hates to lose, always want to win.
When she loses, she mourns like Susanna
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They, captive held me amidst struggling
My apparel, they tore at ravishly
From my top down to my stocking
With evil eyes groping at my nudity, searchingly
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They, captive held me amidst struggling
ravishly at my apparel they tore
from my top down to my stocking
their evil eyes groping at my nudity, they swore
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