*THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 12*
Oh ye lost soul
You have to return home
You are wastefully extravagant,
You have left your home for the ants.
Because of your selfish cause,
Placing nothing upon yourself but curse.
It’s slow fade in a swift
The path to tread in a brief
Gone and all helps is killed.
Truncated in the heart, filled
With wrath from within.
Where all from genesis is real..
Ye prodigal son of the rich
That leave his home for the lust of a bitch
Leaving a mansion,to be an homeless,
Your dwelling place is now in the darkness.
Squeamish in sight of Samuel
Whose life please Emmanuel
The prodigal son is your name.
For wasted years is your tale.
Alone in the father’s treasure,
Feasting with a great pleasure.
By thee next dawn,I shan’t summon him no more
Let him as he pleases lives on
Wandering like an homeless rooster,be wary of *asa*
Because the mighty hawk never engage in *bojuboju* with *omo-eyele*
I tell you,son of sun that I shan’t tell again
Soar higher than the sky,ignorant eagle
You spend lavishly,at the hailing of your name
Young money,young money,like that is your father’s name
You are born with golden spoon,
But now eating like the fool.
You have left your sheen home,
In wealth you went to Rome,
Spending all you have lavishly,
Living in Rome like a Roman,
Spending exorbitantly on adult female humans.
And if *orisa-oke* unleash its storm upon thou
Stare at the earth and receive staring stares
For your existence is on your consistence
Where you squander cheques on callgirls
And smoked bastards scream faraway ” *Ajenifuja !*
Only for you to blow up coins,as if it is a kite…
TO JOIN OUR ANTHOLOGY
*GIANT INK MAKING IMPACT*
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