Skimming through the surface of Nigeria
Not sporty nor to evade tax but to clean
An old mess, of mindset and corruption
My quest for revival ought to be in a jiffy
But it has turned into an eccentric donkey
And it seems; the sorbent has turned the spill
Do not ask why, do not question my stops
And why skimming has become a snail pace..
But put it on all individuals of my generation.