Na Watin I Like Poem by OMOYAJOWO OLAOLUWA

I cry aloud, yet can't be heard
Am sorrowful in my bottomless pit of joy
Why? Ask I, while is Mr. Money
Him satanic instrument yet admirable

Sit on my legs, she does! Absence of norms
Peck me, she has no option
Sit on my laps which are your portion. You loose your seal
Just because of Mr. Money 'abi beko'

iphone I must use yet you wish to loose your tone
ipad is my portion, all without motion: uncover your pad
Blackberry I must have; that is what campus speaks
Woo unto you: you seek expired items. I mean woe

Please what will you use where we have?
Wireless joy, awesome happiness
Beautifully mediated love and gladness
Will you ping or 2come with these
'Ohun aye asan' come in HE calls