MAD MAN'S MIND

Aye, let me let go what I let in

What, leave that and flutter into that filthy gutter

Hit it,

Heat it

Eat it

It's your favourite sweet salad

What! Aye, let me look for a shining shoe

I have got to put on a pretty pinafore

Covetous sweater with a head cap heading for cold weather

I have got to have this done

Don?

Are you insane?

I meant done not don

You, a don?

Pounce and flip into that gutter who willed you a willing will?

Who dares give a grudging gut?

Now, trust and thrust

Sir yes sir

I am therein what's the next step this hour?

Dig in the filth and feel satisfied

Ah! But the worms The sticky spittle's

The long dead chicks

The ants matching flappily

The songs of the splashing water from that side that stink

The kids buttock being washed therein

The haggard head throwing in their brushing sticks

Hens and chicks picking feeds

The urine passing out of that passing preacher

And that?

And this?

And those?

And these?

You've got to bequeath upon another choice please

Choice?

Won't even give an alternative lummox

Attentive oaf, those are magi to add to the dish's delicacy

Munch that filthy

Gutter you mad man

Munch it we've gut lot's of delinquency to bring to life

Who shall incarcerate us, with a knife?

No, not lots of luck but lots of laugh

Don't make me laugh

Yeah, do it

I am doing it

Hey! Those escaping worms musn't escape

If so, your tool I must scrape

You dirty-headed ape

Do it

I am doing it

Ah! Compeer

They are watching me over there and here

And so what, don't care

If I want, I may make you dead through that KIA

Continue gulping that fine lads decayed shits

Gulp 'em all as in crates of coke and yawning of yawed yogurts

Do this vaster I need you to be hale

Or would you want a dark ale?

No?

What the...

I choose for you, I give you fate

Break that plate

Quintessence, the last time you brush your teeth

Was the last time you didn't

Eighteenth

Now, Eighty-eight

Right?

Done!

Wake up

Jab up

Look not the eyes of anyone

Mind you you are the one

You aren't mad

You are the best one

You aren't mad they are all mad

Aye, see, see that cute cab

Break its side mirrors

Deflate its new tires

Blast of its winking windscreen

None would dare screech that you'd sin

It's you that are always right

They are all wrong, so left

You, you are right right

Yes, that yew, cut it and munch it down

Sweet, they are

Take it as your Popsicle

Roger roger

Done and it's really of savour and exquisitely sweet

I would love to die more of the same death

No, continue your fluttery-hobblings

Aye, slap that curvetous belle

Touch her bulbous bag and smile

She would run away cos she knows you are gorgeous

Don't enter-take being nervous

You are the best, remember?

I am going

Ah! Done

It was interesting, the bags branched into my hands as of foam

It was soft and pretty round

Yes, you enjoyed that

O that's very evident.

Yes, sopor a bit

No more bite

Relax and be free

Now is your break time

Locomotion shall loco in a few minutes

Enjoy your lucidity lump

Up

Get seated up

Get down up

Beg for many money

Request for paper money

Any with a coin give a dirty nock

You've got to smoke

Beneath that dock in an incoming clock

Beg

Contort your countenance naught

Take on sobriety sobriquet by smiling silently

They shall favour thee

Humans do pity

You see

They are pitying and pushing to you big money

Humans are mad you aren't

You are the best

What!

A coin?

Chase him

Run after 'em

Take a stone

Done

Haul 'em at 'em

delete hesitation

Here is your station

Bawl like a lion

Squeeze 'em like a famished boa

Devour 'em like a dying Dino

Treat 'em devoid of respect

I won't

You won't?

Aye, I won't

What, how dare you!

How dare you mutter nah or snooze

From your back, ooze

Blood now

Cut yourself now

Cut it I command thee now

Do it now and kowtow like a crying cow

Do it and never flout my commands again mad man

Yes, do it mad man

I am doing it

Yes, let the blood match out

Yes, gulp it

It's your blood, gulp it

It's taste is tasty taste it

Now never hate

You should've known me better afore this date

When irked, I may spur you to fall off that bridge

When you are dead

I am just going to pounce out and

Embrace a fresher body

That's the culture and we're for ever steady

Put off your cloth and dance Azonto

Didn't you hear that info

That music sang by Davido

Dance to it in Azonto nay to tango

In abject nude

With your curved cock jumping up and down

Do this to chase away guys and damsels in gown

Dance like a dead man chasing a fiendish ghost

Dance from here to Lagos' coast

Don't hesitate

In fact

Only Heaven can free your mind from my shackles

Mad man

Remember mad man

You aren't a mad man

You are just a merry man

All those over there are those that had gone loco

Mad man

Sir!

You aren't mad

You are just out of your mind.

by

Jodekss

© 2010