Lost Of Marbles Poem by Micheal Olaniyi

Maybe the bright sunshine
arouse is abnormal mentality,
or when its the raining time
his psyche flauntate in continuity.

See his hairy-chest and neck,
he's putting on no vest
i don't think he cares
so don't near or dare.

His inner feeling is lost,
this shielded his vision alot
he never sees his mama,
crying all day like a hyena.

Even if he stab to death,
he'll be discharged and acquainted
so be careful over there, dear
lest you are traped in his den.

Holy mary, mother of God
solicits; lest he goes battier
our merciful lord,
please seize your anger.

Out of the world is he,
but still in the world within,
neither out nor in
infact i can't say for real.