Perfume, once our odour;
Halitosis now our special logo,
Could remember in a mo’
Like five seconds ago,
Our love flowed in streams like heamo:
Affection and halo
In our memo
Grew like crop on some Guano,
Now we lip-sync to an earful piano
Complaining like we weren’t alter-ego
Strings to Cello,
Peace has gone loco.
Beneath our gruff and super-ego
Is the tempest in love.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka