Not Until You Know Poem by Haruna Garba

The witty have so many ways
Ways to your own sordid doom
They turn you upside down
A little more, inside out
And here you are on the plate
A little more, resting in the morgue

The witty see thy little fissures
They see how your rollers work
Take the turn and charge them same
Positive and all positive
Negative and all negative
Now let us see how they work
The folk must roll dual wheels

By running skate rollers same charge
We are the engineers of our doom

Not until wheels remain mere wheels
And rollers mere rollers where they're
Fuel is out for barbecue type of suicide
But slit obsessed, fissure imbued
They would rather annihilated be
Than be bearings in the mainstream