Life of Paul

LIFE OF PAUL. I gave birth to paul, On the third day of This month, he was Layed in my silver Cloth, with both legs Popping up. As I dreamt, I thanked My GOD for salt in my Soup pot, paul is me in Another being, I smiled To my boy, saying, Welcome to my world. Growing up was my reports, I cleaned his butts whenever He was full of disgust. I breath on him, his Cultural values and clans. My proof is to be sure He doesn’t travel through My route. I feed him with the four Cardinal points of his time. He wore wool made of the Four arithmetic’s signs. He leant that yesterday is Only a three syllable term, Its dead and gone, nothing Can ever be done. I washed his brains with Alphabet from Macbeth, Knowledge gives courage, None is wasted. I thought him, his mouth is The key to sin, not all he thinks Should he speck. Today, paul is ordained a man, He takes classical chances and Regulates his clan through his Rod at hand. II Paul specks…. My father handsome, Your signature has been stamped All over me, that am now handsome. I see from my legs to heard, Am an ordinary element referred to As legend. The galaxy accommodates stars, I have become a shooting star. I push Kilimanjaro like only Taken a gagoo. I still wounder how you have The rite pin for every stitch. Am quick to do the peace sign Whenever I see wrong minds. Nothing walked into the world, We all are from the same source, Meaning of man is dust to dust, These has no cure, it would remain A procedure,. I give praises as a pilgrim. HABIB AKEWUSOLA.