Simpa Omoluabi

I will wear you out if it is good to wear you out
Address me like a letter bomb
So when I address you
You don't read my message
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From the trees, from the grooves, from the fountains
the brides are compelled to a weaver's shed.
Who are you with queer workings that detains
ghosts, leaving chores, to observe you instead?
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Jacob knew not his sons were slave traders
Falsed evidence in brotherhood of lies
Soaked Joe's quote in all manners of red dyes;
How could Jacob tell his sons were being liars?
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That who claims to be a prophet by antics of clairvoyance
Must rightly predict his death and this must pan out for a fact
If we shall give such his or her due.
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Seven-uptown girls, seven-uptown boys
Were the fourteen children of Niobe
Whom she praised with her voice above the noise
Of the Thebans who did come to obey
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Belove I send you loveletters for braille
To help see you through this blind phase of love
For material things before which many fail
For these love letters I write you belove
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Despot belly filled with humanrights flesh
The humanrights flesh eating cannibal
The humanrights flesh eating carnival
Daily feast on human right flesh afresh
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1,2,3, your days are numbered
4,5,6, count me out of your life
For you I'm good as dead since you killed my spirit
It's a good thing I'm loosing my mind from your chains
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Brake the law that says no to same sex marriage
Is that sinful?
For I recall when I was just too broke to pay for my sins
And don't tell me some Jesus has paid the price
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Like it or not, time will kiss and tell… the truth
Where angels feared to thread the need whose eye
Was put to sleep and blindly led
With the foolishness of envy, avarice
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Red carpetbagger tramped for Pandora's ballot box
Your screams of human right-thumbprint abuse
Some say it is a discordant noise pollution of your misfortune
They say; hey fella, tune down the noisiness of your misfortune
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Countdown to zero-tolerance for corruption
5,4,3,2,1, zero-tolerance for fraudulent activities
Is the countdown to the coming of my kingdom
Five, four, three, two, one, zero-tolerance for financial crime
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The first breath of life lives in me
Dear … hunter… it has been a test of a year
That the Morningstar that I am
Is sworn to menace the galaxy of fraudsters
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Slaughter at the golden garden egg lane
Ignites the dark flavor that is dormant
Miserably in a tune rising descant
Played to matronly minds going insane
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Sundown parasynthesis paraintuitive
Inside an ovoviviparous dream
Modulated for soundness to redeem
Peripatetic tastes cumulative
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Stopovers in black pits of stellar plains
Interstellar stopovers of the soul
Moving in tunes timed to a starlight pole
Pulling together and apart our brains
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Send my dark horse to the mesa of wine
Initiate the milkmaid in a war dance
Move the snake charmer to love and perchance
Prisca's split navel snake charms may entwine
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Saint Valentine sat cackling in a cave
In the year the twilight sun shone like mad
Making some seeking the saint's rose so sad.
Peppermint the dead tongues of the saint crave
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Saving themselves from pigeons in bondage
Insane with beauties of sunset missions
Musing on deadly sunlight transmissions
Picking mushrooms of death to encourage
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Searching for the footprints of an outcast
Infuriating hyenas of bat town
Mad hyenas led by the bat get down
Passionately to business to make fast
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