That Man Is A Maniac Poem by Babalola Jubril

He sat alone on his wheel chair,
His chair shares no leg with the earth,
He falls unconsciously without his legs,
He jumped angrily,
Broke the chair into pieces,

He is a maniac,
Who never think before he says, c
Who never think before he acts,
Who never stares before he looks,
He speaks lavishly,
With his mouth open widely,
No restriction to what he can say,

He is a man,
He does everything by force,
Force family to obey,
Beat children like punching bag,
Beat wife with his balls,
Like my football legend Mo Solah,

He wants to rule,
A supremacy leader indeed,
But He is born to follow,
He wants love,
But hatred live in him,
A man of absolute foolishness,
Foolishness turn him to human dog,
Barks like African dog,
Beats his wife like african dogs,
He is a dog in human flesh, a
Men like him are called Maniac.