Massa, my shirt is well starched
My armpit is well shaven and dry
My khaki is pressed so hard
Its gattor is sharper than all your insults
Why do you limp LAD!
Both your eyes are jaundiced
You turned my rib cage
Into a soccer ball
Today, we drive up the mountain
Closer to cupid
Am I not the center of attention?
Your adulterous mistress is
A black boy in a white man’s car
We are even now.
Find Chinedu Jonathan's work at Shampoo Online and soon at
The Nervous Breakdown, and Write Room.