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.