Show me your friends
I will tell you who you are
Do you know Paddy and his friends
They are the friends you don't have
Paddy knows his friends that you don't have
The friends of Paddy and their long hands of benefits
Paddy is Nine times richer than Dangote
Paddy has thrown his neighborhood into an uproar
People wonder if Paddy is suffering from a malady
A malady of primitive acquisition
People imagine how much food Paddy's money can bring to the table
The table of the poor and needy
Is Paddy crying over his spilled milk
Give him a feeding bottle
Time up for Paddy and his likes to cool their feet in jail
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A refined poetic imagination, Murtaza M. Y. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.