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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383141" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Poem Of Delirium</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A poem of delirium<br>my lines, they're so delicious<br>even tho' I sound capricious<br>cook them, you can still eat them up<br>like a hotdog.<br>I hate dogs<br>they're all too barky<br>miss duckie, she's just too funky<br>oops! my phone's ringing<br>who's calling? <br>hello, it's mr. Longthing.<br>I don't know why, <br>my line's always tight<br>who wanna start a fight? <br>I've done this before<br>let me do it again<br>who can tell his own fate? <br>my song's always wrong.<br>I tease Jami<br>those guys at Germany<br>they're all so cranky and croppy<br>they think Jami's coming<br>she's always want me<br>she's just too busy<br>I left for Naomi<br>Naomi's just another Becky<br>I opt for Sandra<br>her dad's also a Midas<br>we live close in Nigeria<br>where leaders are also looters.<br>Tutuola; <br>he's a palmwine drinkard<br>he's lost his tapstar<br>our best tapper, <br>lets go to death's town together<br>for that, we must bring him back<br>and put death in his hell<br>this world's just another cell<br>my gush that makes me fret<br>I must reach my age before my death<br>you must tell that to them<br>the ones who have gone before<br>they have done us wrong.<br>Don't call this poetry<br>you can call it philosophy<br>poetry stinks like bigotry<br>I hate bigots<br>they're just a bunch of faggots<br>They'll tell you they fight for God<br>but I tell you God is love.<br>Why I hate photography<br>it leaves the observer out in oblivion<br>I wanna be famous<br>tho' now I sound delirious.<br>I kill me<br>I wanna burry me<br>tell that to Hades<br>I won't pay Kharon<br>he can only confine me in tartarus<br>but I'll tell him he's wrong.<br>Let's go to America<br>I'm tired of Africa<br>Obama is a leader<br>Jonathan should hear that<br>we don't need goodluck nor patience<br>we need excellence, <br>in government<br>leaders must learn from example<br>and avert any trouble.<br>Africa is a jungle<br>lets clear out the bushes<br>and build in new cities.<br>I've said before<br>God is love<br>let's not confuse Religion with Church<br>I know I'm black<br>that don't mean I'm bad<br>America you should hear that<br>we are not fraudsters<br>we are only hustlers<br>the others are criminals.<br>We should have a seminar<br>I should tell them I love Lavinia<br>she was also born in Somalia<br>I must keep her far from Jupiter.<br>we don't need a revolution<br>ours is still a young nation<br>that needs to be nurtured.<br>I don't want to be problematic<br>religious leaders are dogmatic.<br>A poem a day; <br>i write all I wanna say<br>I resign<br>not my design.<br>Let us kill hate<br>else we lie in state<br>I wanna have a date<br>with luck she won't be late<br>Why do I love Chidinma? <br>she was also born in Biafra<br>a preacher's daughter<br>I wanna take her to Jamaica<br>hope her mother don't get angry<br>she'll think it is funny<br>but this isn't Dante's comedy<br>and Beatrice, found her in purgatory<br>Virgil, please don't leave me<br>let's go to Heavenly<br>Christ, He will let us in.<br>Don't contemplate<br>there shouldn't be a debate<br>stretch out and wait<br>if you wanna rate, <br>I'm still the best<br>who wanna test? <br>I'll put them to rest<br>who would sign his own death? <br>Esther; <br>this isn't easter<br>she's a rose<br>my God, I'm gonna froze<br>she knows<br>I don't do dope<br>I'll buy her a ride<br>take her to the sky<br>angels will always fly<br>they'll never die.<br>I love Christ<br>for mankind He died<br>gave us life<br>He's my God<br>I love my God<br>I love you God.<br>Speak not miss<br>you've killed my dreams<br>I'll never take those pills<br>if I die, please don't cry<br>so tired, I wanna go to Christ<br>Christmas is just another birthday rite<br>lets celebrate Christ<br>he brought us light<br>this is not end of my rhyme<br>bye..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Efe+Benjamin">Efe Benjamin</a><div class=q>
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my lines, they're so delicious
even tho' I sound capricious
cook them, you can still eat them up
like a hotdog.
I hate dogs
they're all too barky
miss duckie, she's just too funky
oops! my phone's ringing
who's calling? 
hello, ..."></div>
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