The Shylock Fuel Vendor Poem by G. Akanji Olaniyi

During the scarcity
An artificially induced scarcity
The shylock fuel vendor decide to make extra bucks
Prompted propelled price per parameter.

The lot could not afford to pay
They begged, but he did not listen
He rested his back on the seat in his kiosk
Breathing breasted breeze by backing badly bereaved.

His belly shot out as he fell sound asleep
The lot became angry and aggressive
So they set the kiosk ablaze with him inside
For flame flourished from flammable fuel.

The thick smoke and heat brought him to consciousness
There was no way to escape
The inferno raked everything
Losing liquefied lots lifting lively luxury.