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It Ends here A Poem for Those Living in Nigeria Now – All the gragra, from eight eighteen to eighty
All the gragra, from eight to eighthen to eighty
From morning to night
Sunday to Monday
January to December
It ends here
That seductive skin That Big Yansh Big Breast
That oval face that turns every man on
That flamboyant dress
That charming and elegant body
It ends here
That exotic cars
That intelligence I have two PHD
That fifty degrees
That beautiful wife
That fine children
My friend it ends here
That fame which you seek most
That luxurious life I LIVE IN BANANNA ISLAND
That “upon all my wealth”
That “do you know who I am?”
It ends here
That I am not your mate? AM I YOUR MATE ?
I am richer than you
I am beautiful
Many boys woo me
Infact girls fight to have me
It all ends here
That your good poem like this one
Your power of algebra
Your good English
Your all round best
It is just matter of time
But it is a must
Painful truth to accept
6ft awaits all Some dont even get buried Some are Eaten by Animals All are eaten by worms
That is where it all ends
So you have nothing
You are greater than none
Stop behaving as if you are a god
In a twinkling of an eye
All will go into thin air..
Humble yourself !!!!
From dust to dustIt ends here
All the gragra, from eight to eighteen to eighty
From morning to night
Sunday to Monday
January to December
It ALL ENDS HERE !!!!!!
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