THE BUS…

Please put your arms down…
The stench oozing from under
Akin to that from a pit

Shut your baby up…
We all are hot and bothered

Don’t turn off the bus…
It will take an hour to start it again

Stop speaking so loudly…
We all know your car is with the mechanic

Don’t nudge me again
Else I flatten your sorry crotch

Cover your mouth
I don’t want tuberculosis for easter

Stop preaching…
The gospel is not that slow/dull

Pay for two spaces…
You know you are fuller than the rest of us

Don’t hiss..
We are all very angry at the same thing

Stop checking your phone…
Nobody will call or remember you right now

Arsenal/chelsea/Man whatever are all foreign clubs…
Stop talking about them

Put the news paper down…
This is not your father’s sitting room

Driver, I pay you to drive…
Stop playing disease spreading songs…I definitely don’t want your banana

You rob me with your bus fare…
I imprison you with the highest naira…I hope the sun roasts you while you look for change

Why are you cursing me?
I price your expensive fake watch in traffic…don’t I?
Must I buy it?
Don’t worry you will soon get a buyer…just not me.

How come your fanyogo is frozen under this sun?
Young man…I suspect you!

Mylipsrsealed…

P.S. For those who suffer bus rides on a daily.

Follow @damikuks on twitter

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THE BUS…

Please put your arms down…
The stench oozing from under
Akin to that from a pit

Shut your baby up…
We all are hot and bothered

Don’t turn off the bus…
It will take an hour to start it again

Stop speaking so loudly…
We all know your car is at the mechanics

Don’t nudge me again
Else I flatten your sorry crotch

Cover your mouth
I don’t want tuberculosis for easter

Stop preaching…
The gospel is not that slow/dull

Pay for two spaces…
You know you are fuller than the rest of us

Don’t hiss..
We are all very angry at the same thing

Stop checking your phone…
Nobody will call or remember you right now

Arsenal/chelsea/Man whatever are all foreign clubs…
Stop talking about them

Put the news paper down…
This is not your father’s sitting room

Driver, I pay you to drive…
Stop playing disease spreading songs…I definitely don’t want your banana

You rob me with your bus fare…
I imprison you with the highest naira…I hope the sun roasts you while you look for change

Why are you cursing me?
I price your expensive fake watch in traffic…don’t I?
Must I buy it?
Don’t worry you will soon get a buyer…just not me.

How come your fanyogo is frozen under this sun?
Young man…I suspect you!

Mylipsrsealed…

Follow @damikuks on twitter

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THE ENEMY SITTING BEHIND YOUR BACK…

Hi all,

Been a while..the title and some words in this poem may be grammatically incorrect. However, I hope my thoughts are rights…

Sealurlips

THE ENEMY SITTING BEHIND YOUR BACK…

We all have them…
The enemy that won’t leave
The one we must flog away
The one that must be noticed..

We know them..we don’t know them
Yet they are there
They stick…we must unstick
The enemy that sits behind your back!

“Do it…it won’t hurt.”
“Touch it…it won’t burn…much.”
Yes! The enemy behind your back
The one that must be noticed.

“Stand.”
“Sit.”
“Squat.”
“Shout.”
“Smile.”
“..Destroy.”
Yes! The enemy behind your back
The one that must be noticed

Flog it…chase it..kill it….
Whatever you do..notice it
The enemy sitting behind your back.

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THE PENCIL…

Write I beg of you
The words hidden behind a wall
Scribble away
Save them with letters
Pencil…write, scribble…don’t stop

Don’t hurt
I know you can give life
I know your words never miss
I know your power
Lean yet strong
Pencil…write later…scribble never.

Heal I beg of you
Perhaps you can do what the mouth can’t
Repair the broken
Stop the pain
Do what you can
Pencil…write now…scribble away.

Can I lean on you?
You won’t break?
You won’t go blunt?
Can I?
Would you let me?
Pencil…write me…scribble my thoughts…

I still choose JOY…you hear 2013?

Mylipsrsealed…

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SQUAT…

Leave it
Bend over
Kneel
Whatever you do…
Look under
Squat
Pull out the foetus of fear

Stand
Sit
Draw it closer
Listen to its heartbeat
Squat
Wrench it out

Don’t just stand there
Smile
Attract it
Make it trust you…
Squat..
Then yank it!

Its a boy/girl
Look it in the eye
Pet it
Then squat
And silence it

Squat
Don’t squat
Just pull it out…
The fear
The hate
The lie
Squat
Don’t squat
Just pull it out…

Mylipsrsealed…

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