A good citizen
Is a pride to his state
Inaligwu
Became the direct opposite
He evaded
All the evadables
With his eloquence
And got his due
He boarded a coach
From the countryside
Enroute the town.
A tax checkpoint awaited him ahead
At which he feigned blindness-
'I am a blind man'he said
And made his way
Without his tax receipts.
A few metres ahead
He tried in vain
To open his eyes
'God, God this joke
Is enough, please please
Open my eyes, ' he said
Gropping in the coach.
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