The Day Mr President Goes Home
I can't wait for May 29:
On that day Spanish or French wine,
Ready same day Italian shoe;
I'll die for its color: sky blue!
May 29 President goes,
In Nigeria, New Promise flows;
First Citizen 'Just Citizen';
In the North Fulani Denizen...
Yes, President is going home
Straight to his very safe fine foam.
The smiles of a fake achiever;
He knows he could not deliver...
The presidency is a hot seat:
Only few guys can brave the heat:
The Guy I see befriend The Press,
More often than less in white dress;
To Nigeria offering Peace;
He forgets foreheads he did crease!
I myself - Zap! - to some kitchen
Four Thousand for full fried chicken:
I'm marking the end of a farce:
Failed Nigeria given a pass.
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