The World Of Mr. Su-Egbe Poem by Samuel A. Eyitayo

The world of Mr. Su-Egbe
Is like a Garage
Filled with touts
Running up and down
For lucks that hangs in the air

The world of Mr. Su-Egbe
Is built with fake materials
Fake loaded Gabs
Fake this and that
Fake everything

The world of Mr. Su-Egbe
Is busy with nothing
Running after eves
Clad with nothing
With no destinations

The world of Mr. Su-Egbe
Is sad to be said
Playing on the field of wine
Till all that is gained
Is totally lost forver

The world of Mr. Su-Egbe
Is a world of unknown
No one knows where
Nor when calamities will strike
Not even Mr. Su-Egbe

The world of Mr. Su-Egbe
Is tensed up with blows
Picked from in and out
Right there
In the center of the being

The world of Mr. Su-Egbe
Is a world no one should desire
It is a planet everyone should desert
No one lives there and live
No one misses it and die the death of Mr. Su-Egbe.