VOYEURISM
During recession
Abaft the opaque curtain,
The cameraman annexed his duty
To the jackleg cameralist.
He peeped through the keyhole and got wet.
Being carried away with passion to an elusive sumptuous world,
He kneeled and hold his head blisteringly
'God, just make me be like him'
'Brother, this government na chop I chop o'
AKINMULEYA.A. ALFRED
@2016
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