My Lecturer Poem by CHIOMA ONYEKABA

A man of high quality
A man of the people
A pioneer of borrowed language
A man of bombastic projectiles
One with pride
And boastful charisma

Run-on-lines never cease
To exist in his speeches
Off-points are his best friends
Over-speeding is his motto
I don't care attitude is his logo
An idiot of no imagination
A half-baked speedy typewriter in human form
A pimple-faced nymph
Manufacturer of words
A man of brilliance
And excellence
He is my lecturer