Crusoe Poem by Shola Balogun

I ride on the waves
of their lies
and tell how vicious men
master vain manners
for a piece of unhallowed bread.
I ride on the waves
of their rumours
and belch at the ridiculous riddles
of the swindlers babbling boisterously
in the scam of their filthy scandal.
I frown at the unholy fragrance
of their floppish feats
and gaze with contempt
at their lusty eyes
longing after the lucre
of the poor;
I mete also the verdict
of the cohorts of vandals
and in no little weight
find in it
the thirty pieces of silver.
I ride on the waves
of their humours.