Our elites always eat and drink;
In the cozy of their offices and
homes;
Our elites always puke and shit;
In the cozy of their offices and
homes;
But, I and you, their poor handy
dogs;
Each time we perceive the aroma;
We jolt to our feet, scurry down;
From our stand inside rain, or sun;
With bitten hunger and thirst;
Just to go lick, and wipe!
Hah, excreta from rich men are
sweet;
“We” the dogs must do our bidding;
It’s an” elito-dogsitis” disease;
Currently ravaging Nigeria;
Hah, helele shure!
(Helele shure=extraordinary shit)
Man no dies, man no rotten;
My friend, helele shure!
=DEOLA
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