I DON'T CARE

I DON’T CARE

Born with wood not silver

A chick must keep with Joneses

Coming and coming

Bills surface from angles

Until I jumped into the street

This district hustle is stinking

Dudes coming and never ceasing

I don’t care if drunk or smelling

Papers are all that matter

Am a traveler in a lone road

Opening gate ain’t big deal

Straight, bent or curved

Am left with no choice

This raid makes me sick

Manager’s bill is another trouble

This another letter from village

Like I run business in Lagos

My pride draining gradually

In exchange of devalued naira

My patrons are jokes

Some quick other prolonged

Long hours of pushing and thrusting

Changing positions liking climbing animal

Hail Mary the mother of Jesus

Rescue me from this shackle

I warned him but he didn’t  listen

Foolishly buried the rubbish inside

Fell and never came around

Am in gaol without charges

The pot lacks locus

To call the kettle black

The guilty condemning the guilty

No woman is holy