Once, I was there to check a tall Zaki
And it became reason to meet khaki,
Very clean but most offices tacky:
A cop could turn one into a lackey!
I know The Police is for the Nation
But I shan’t again a Police Station;
A world plainly paramilitary,
Safer, not better than Solitary,
In every station, obvious gyration;
Canteens that could serve one large ration,
The environment is quite sanitary
But should not clinch The Best Commentary…
Where one runs into AK47,
There holders more than Forty Seven:
Men who could catch rogues but their eyes roguish;
A lot of money make but still languish…
No good guarantee of non-harassment,
A chesty cough attracts embarrassment:
A fat envelope and one reports a case;
A much fatter one to clean and face!
A Cup of Coffee
A cup of coffee
What a nice aroma!
I inhale the lessons
To exhale the drama
Sitting with a book
Seeing foresight in panorama
Every sip is savory
And comfort in pyjama
Pending tasks popping
With it, I put a comma
Humming, smiling, dreaming
I've reached to Alabama
Blinking eyes on people
Settings my views of chroma
Oh! A Cup of Coffee
Created a huge melodrama!
_Sakina T. Zaki.
Bengoddy
Instrumentalist, Rap Artist, Producer, Poet
Son of Benjamin Zaki, and Anna Benjamin
Lover of Keyboard, Poetry, and Aesthetic
Who feels Innovative, Optimistic, and Winsome
Who fears Error, Failure, and Loss
Who will like to see Jay-Z, Kendrick, and Nikki
Resident of Karu, Nasarawa State
Zaki
Not as arrogant as wine
Not as subtle as tea
it's suitable when you dine
it is a can of liquid glee
The casual drink for a care-free mind
Mostafa zaki
10/28/2011
Beverage contest
At 6 AM the alarm clock screams
interrupted from beautiful dreams
A frowning teacher screaming in your face
shouts with anger and says "you're a disgrace"
no free time at home , there is homework to do
teachers inventing new ways to torture you
at the end of the day ,if you learned nothing you're a fool
this is why a school is not cool
BY: Mostafa Zaki
8 line challenge poem
10/10/2011
With one glance of her eyes you would turn to stone
her icy glare would chill to the bone
i talk about our Arabic teacher
a vile and very nasty creature
a shot in the head is not enough
for that creature is very tough
i would love to slit her throat with a knife
or maybe cut of her head with a scythe
a sprinkle of cyanide in her morning drink
or throw her in tar and watch her sink
booby trap her chair ,so it would explode
tie her to a car and drag her down the road
put her in a guillotine and chop of her head
stab her with a dagger and watch as she bled
put a bomb in her house and reduce it to ash
cut the brakes on her car so she would hit and crash
drive a stake through her heart and burn her with fire
get her assassinated by soldiers for hire
put a rope around her neck , and push her off a tower
throw acid at her in a hailing shower
maybe silver bullets from a silver gun
dip her in oil and into the sun
but nothing will work from what i have said
because you cant kill something that's already undead
BY: Mostafa Zaki
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