Envoy of consciousness that night-watches
the dark hair! Fail not thy bright light to shine,
at every hour of this gorgeous gallant night;
when agility chameleons wisdom,
when frivolity chameleons pleasure.
When purple gowns of morning and moon
praises apple than being sweet succulent timely fruit.
Wait not till rugged weak gray leaf sprouts, from thoughtless
woods; hunting heads, lacking future light on the fore of the head.
Help that we think:
Most talened land
of glorious bitter stench and dirge!
Oh! Home of the
most learneds and over-sensed!
Where neurons are
in medullas' offices! Youngs,
Equals, and olds
are only bonafied sagacious
gloomy lights in these
two weird worlds...
Why am I here? Sparkling...though likewise Ugly...
hope-filled, though procrastination; my Mussolini?
Time! Help that we think!
Adéyemo E.O (kàkàkíOgbón)
I voice the wording of the
king...
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