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Internet fraudster

While the monkey works vigorously
Baboons are eating voraciously,
There is a growing tribulation,
And a misconception in my generation…

Ever since Karma kicked the bucket,
No repercussion picking pockets
Diabolically they pay rent
To own luxury cars in fleets and private jets.

Considering the raise in hardship,
And the; “make your money, no one cares” clip…
The tiny line between good and bad
Has evaporated; and now, no wrong is found.

The pressure they mount, feeds the lagoon
Sometimes it embraces a silver spoon
Clicking sticky links to cash out quick
All day and night; in my city, they do not blink.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Hypocritical

Please give them a job
You say no, taking all
Unemployment rise
Same underemployment

For greener pasture
Even our vulture
Fly off to foreign soils
Moral defendants

I heard the po po
Are after our sons
For the menace they
Commit in successions.

And with a peanut,
Cops shut a mouth
Flashing rubber bands
Laws reclaim a sight…

While we debate on
Who have more funds
They broke more grounds, on
U.S. most wanted list…

The internet scam
We encouraged
We now pretend
Shackling their hands.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Karma’s debt

Back when I had no trace of pubic hairs
I was made to know that karma is fair
But right now it doesn’t seem to care
The evil man lives, the good fix burials
Is it the same outside these green barriers
Future just past and still owes us arrears.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Benz and Pants

Who do we blame, Benz…
Or the innocent ladies
Or flat bed of Government
Ritualist climb on top.

Above par of emotion
She chose a gravy train
Burning holes in pockets
Cash and carry submission

She takes a collection
Bread and butter in bed
Oh tell the god of seduction
Her arts are now a pitfall.

For the streets never sleeps
While fingers tap keyboards
And eyes watch the monitors
In order for boys to strike gold.

Ever since these boys chose
All or nothing weight of golds,
Going dutch for the money
Greasing her palms in bed

Lady’s now move around
In fear and without pants
Rumours say, it cost a fortune
In shrines where it bleeds

And proceeds fetch the Benz
While the owner of the pants
Mysteriously develop issues
All for the sake of the coins.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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