Merchandise Poem by Haruna Garba

Here is the lurid world
where when up their alleys
the bids go to the pious ones.

Everything is for sale
In money or kind,
someone will want something done.

Here is the morbid world
where when up their alleys
the offers go to the allies.

Everything is for sale
In money or kind,
in a way, the price is paid.

Here is the squalid world
where when up his alley
the offer goes to the pervert.

Everything is for sale
In money or kind,
someone will want something done.

Here is the bid-bid world
where everything is for sale.

Everything is for sale!
In money or kind,
by all means, some price is paid.

Here is the acrid world
where gunmen are sought for,
the business being up their alleys.

Everything is for sale
In money or kind,
somehow the price is paid.

Here is the fervid world
where when up their alleys
conmen only are scouted for.

Everything is for sale
In money or kind,
one way or another, the price is paid.


Here is the fetid world
where when up his alley
the queer alone bridges the gap.


Everything is for sale
In money or kind,
there could be a buyer with a price.

Here is the humid world
where when up his alley
the vicious alone will qualify.

Everything is for sale
In money or kind,
in a certain way, the price is paid.

Here is the lurid world
where when up their alleys
mercenaries are sought for.


Everything is for sale
In money or kind
certainly, some price is paid.

Here is the morbid world
where when up their alleys
chisellers are found tailor-made.


Everything is for sale
In money or kind,
duly, certain price is paid.