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“A society that’s Crowning the flesh”




“A society that’s Crowning the flesh”

Teenage tope, presently puffing and huffing gases from the residues of a pipe,
It’s cool, that’s her remark.
Later she’s planning on graduating to wrapped weeds of Ganja

Femi is now a smart boy at the handling of the keys of social deceit
His friends hail him, He’s a sharp guy 24 – 7 you know, and we want to be like him

Jennifer now sag her jeans with reckless abandon, having no wears underneath
But the public response is; she is a slay queen!!!!!
Haba!!!
Where are the Elders?
Daddy is so busy, that he doesn’t even know if tola’s complexion is brown 
Our mothers, are obsessed and often gisting about the latest party in town
Sanity has been sold in exchange for pursuit after vanity
And now we have a society in anarchy

Little David with his I – phone, knows almost all the porn sites in the world
Unknown to his dad who says; my son is fast becoming a tech Lord.
And 5 year old Angela has got loads of bikini and spaghetti wears
Her mum bought them, my daughter has got to be classy you know.
While frank the neighbor, eyes the little girl
Mum even says go play @ uncle frank’s place
What’s underneath the stinking vegetable is more than a colony of Active bacterium.
The flesh is swimming deep
And society is fast losing its grip
The flesh is being crowned
Please let everyone wake up to this sound.

@Bolaji Olaniba 2017





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