Ayoola Goodness Olanrewaju

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The skin is dried to the bone

For what life is in the issues of crumbs?

They tether our necks and fetter our feet

Amidst ticks that suck the virtues of our crumbs

The den of little tiny vampires….


It is the thumbs we should blame

Who because of free morsels…ephemeral promises

Rear its restless rights into the dungeon of votes

Votes for villains and scroungers

Now the ticks flourish on the sweats of our bloods.


The woman in the shabby suit

Mumbles her pains in pure madness vast in ghostly space

She needles her tongue in the threads of concrete curses

For the ticks in the furs of her progress are breeds of penury

She has just bagged neurotic malady from the professors of poverty.


The man lost in shadows has walked and worked for sweats

Yet his moccasins glitter of beautiful wrinkles and dusts

Nosing their heads up in dreadful rend of shoddy hallelujahs

These shoes have trod million miles

Miles of peeled green progress and constant yellow regress.


Is it not said of the tick that kills the dog kills itself?

But when we die these do not die, they host on our children

I have thought these ticks, fatal bursts from their bloody suck

Yet they flourish, they breed in the gulp of greed…

Shall we pray the Pilot for rain to tick-bathe our ticking curse.



Sweet soothing death…

Come one, come all

Buy sweet soothing death

Come one, come all

Buy sweet soothing death…

Be warned!

You may die young…


Bode testified of his testimony

His graduation was very quick

He smoked paper

Smoked a smoke

Wielded the wrapped weed!

His fine future…ruined!

Ruined in weedy whistling puffs …



Smoked to read

Smoked to sing

Smoked to act

He loved the sweet soothing smoke

And met madness …

In madness, he smoked madly

He kicked mortality.


The smoke seller’s son…

Lamori, was very young

He took the sweet soothing smoke

And died very young…

She neither stopped the sold

She traded the lives of his friends

Sold them the sweet soothing smoke

Her way to avenge her son…


And after this commercial,

A bold irony slapped my face …

“The Federal Ministry of Health warns!

Smokers are liable to die young…”

What a fiscal embrace of death?

A brutal slain of health

On a balance weight of choice

Ayoola Goodness Olanrewaju

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