We strive without enough drive,
In a hollow hole we reside without hope,
We trudge through life as they come,
A beam we quest... Flickering but without glow.
The politicians our incurred nemesis,
Roughshod on us mindless of their excesses,
Inured we are though with mild revolt,
In cocoon we prefer, on the street we abhor.
They fleece with ease of mind peace,
Our sanity they mortgage without barrage,
Economy biting hard with wizened mien,
We trudge through it without a flickering hope.
Humour hither and thither we are served,
Malodorous the scent but we savour it,
Our juice they stew in with bliss,
We rave and rant... To the ceiling it stops.
Monument they erect as an albatross,
Workers in abject need with their money oiled,
Romance they opt with the other sex at our expense,
Incompetency a joy of teachers with the future truncated
Nigeria, a seat of unending humour,
We heard it... I heard it...The pervasive rumour,
We remain unperturbed as consoling armour,
A theatre of the absurd... A locus for the risible humour.