A Poem Of Delirium

A poem of delirium
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, it's mr. Longthing.
I don't know why,
my line's always tight
who wanna start a fight?
I've done this before
let me do it again
who can tell his own fate?
my song's always wrong.
I tease Jami
those guys at Germany
they're all so cranky and croppy
they think Jami's coming
she's always want me
she's just too busy
I left for Naomi
Naomi's just another Becky
I opt for Sandra
her dad's also a Midas
we live close in Nigeria
where leaders are also looters.
Tutuola;
he's a palmwine drinkard
he's lost his tapstar
our best tapper,
lets go to death's town together
for that, we must bring him back
and put death in his hell
this world's just another cell
my gush that makes me fret
I must reach my age before my death
you must tell that to them
the ones who have gone before
they have done us wrong.
Don't call this poetry
you can call it philosophy
poetry stinks like bigotry
I hate bigots
they're just a bunch of faggots
They'll tell you they fight for God
but I tell you God is love.
Why I hate photography
it leaves the observer out in oblivion
I wanna be famous
tho' now I sound delirious.
I kill me
I wanna burry me
tell that to Hades
I won't pay Kharon
he can only confine me in tartarus
but I'll tell him he's wrong.
Let's go to America
I'm tired of Africa
Obama is a leader
Jonathan should hear that
we don't need goodluck nor patience
we need excellence,
in government
leaders must learn from example
and avert any trouble.
Africa is a jungle
lets clear out the bushes
and build in new cities.
I've said before
God is love
let's not confuse Religion with Church
I know I'm black
that don't mean I'm bad
America you should hear that
we are not fraudsters
we are only hustlers
the others are criminals.
We should have a seminar
I should tell them I love Lavinia
she was also born in Somalia
I must keep her far from Jupiter.
we don't need a revolution
ours is still a young nation
that needs to be nurtured.
I don't want to be problematic
religious leaders are dogmatic.
A poem a day;
i write all I wanna say
I resign
not my design.
Let us kill hate
else we lie in state
I wanna have a date
with luck she won't be late
Why do I love Chidinma?
she was also born in Biafra
a preacher's daughter
I wanna take her to Jamaica
hope her mother don't get angry
she'll think it is funny
but this isn't Dante's comedy
and Beatrice, found her in purgatory
Virgil, please don't leave me
let's go to Heavenly
Christ, He will let us in.
Don't contemplate
there shouldn't be a debate
stretch out and wait
if you wanna rate,
I'm still the best
who wanna test?
I'll put them to rest
who would sign his own death?
Esther;
this isn't easter
she's a rose
my God, I'm gonna froze
she knows
I don't do dope
I'll buy her a ride
take her to the sky
angels will always fly
they'll never die.
I love Christ
for mankind He died
gave us life
He's my God
I love my God
I love you God.
Speak not miss
you've killed my dreams
I'll never take those pills
if I die, please don't cry
so tired, I wanna go to Christ
Christmas is just another birthday rite
lets celebrate Christ
he brought us light
this is not end of my rhyme
bye..

poem by Efe Benjamin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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