Run for your dear life
O you corrupt politician!
The pen wielder is around the corner!
Run for cover
O you heartless blood sucker!
When he’s done with you
Confession will be your only succor!
With satire verses
He will make you useless as a flat tyre!
You will not escape
The flame of his ire!
He will spurt ink with so much damage!
He will tear you apart like a savage!
So much that
There will be nothing left to salvage!
Written by: Sam De Poet
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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