Over the wall-
on both sides lies emptiness
On the wall, is on no side
Emptiness all round
Which side then must we go?
Over the wall-
Jumping over makes no difference
staying put is even worse;
like the rich stench
of a rotten menstrual blood
which side then must we go?
Over the wall-
Like a party man’s farts,
an inner fart of personal
silent pollution of the air;
air thick with flatulent fear.
Which side then must we go?
Over the wall-
our lavatory, thickly streaked with
an organic brown shit’
dust and perpetual mud
covered with crushed tomatoes
and rotten vegetables
Which side then must we go?
Over the wall-
Idiots face a mask of discombobulation
We are not old and feeble
and not time to depart this puzzled world
where we wander around plenty
and can’t even place our soul on any
Which side then must we go?
Over the wall-
Banana pill all over the floor,
only those with gold goggles
will not trip.
What of those without?
Which side then must we go?
Over the walls-
Lies another clean sandal
which fits perfectly well,
a new slate best for building;
a new sheet and the best of ink
Its time to draw,
Its time to write.
Together, we shall paint the best of pictures.
Makanjuola Olaleye. @makleey.
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