How Many Did You Read? Poem by Raimi Babatunde

It is not my thing to hit them where it hurts.
Should we desire to make their corpse walk, they will have a nice night, just the way it is. How we so trusted like a fox. But why pick me, in a vain shadow? Yousucker punch.

Are you now the wary transgressors, on a mission to venice? Things men do. When you cross the line; you have but a short time to live and it is no business of mine. It could be karma knocking at your door, fix it if you can.

I'll get you for this, even it I turn the last page. But you never know with women. Sometimes it is strictly for cash, but figure it out for yourself. But sometimes, you are safer dead. Those creatures, they are the smartest of all. Tell them I told you.

Is it true that you are lonely when you're dead? Or the guilty are afraid? Maybe in a coffin from Hong Kong. Stay strong, come easy, go easy even if you are on a mission to Sienna.

The way the cookie crumbles, I would rather stay poor. Tell it to the Birds and have this one on me. Want to stay alive? Don't be fooled my blood, an ear to the ground always, especially when there is a Hipie on the highway

The Vulture Is a Patient Bird, waiting at eve, to devour the flesh of the orchid, just like our"politrick-cians". They make the fast buck; then they double shuffle. We cower and say "I'll bury my dead" even when this leaves like a hole in the head.

When you hold a Tiger by the tail. You've Got It Coming and there's always a price tag, because you are just another sucker. Know that I've got an ace up my sleeve, it is the joker in the park. It is just a matter of time.

You have mastered hit and run. Do me a favour, drop dead for my laugh comes last. That's when you'll know I hold the four Aces. Consider yourself dead, in a can of worms. Did I hear...Oh yes! , you can say that Again.

Even though it is not my thing; hit them where it hurts. I can make the corpse walk. It's like a paw in the bottle. Amazing things men do. Believe this, believe everything because only the guilty are afraid.

Knock, knock! Who's there? So what happens to me? You're dead without money. But aGoldfish has no hiding place. I can have a change of scene. With the world in your pocket, you have yourself a deal. So, ship in or shape out. At this juncture, i quit lamentations. I am on a mission to succeed. So, how many did you read?

Babatunde Raimi
Nigerian Aurhor, Life Coach & Poet
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