Name Me ♚ King ♚

Name me King

I wasn't born with the swag of a peacock

But I can be brightest flower, 

You should name me King

Maybe my relationship with success was just a fling

Maybe my life isn't a mirror of the bling-bling

I have no subjects to sing my name as a rising King

I wear no ring of honour and my hair is receding

Ranking among the least but I'm the truest King in the making 

I was born without the element of "faking"

So name me King

Brave like the leader of the Vikings

I've been scar-ed with the markings of the weaklings

They say the only things I have are my feelings

I call that passion

I can appreciate your worst because I was born into this depression

Do not wonder how I would fit in the mansion or how well I'm aligned with fashion

But I do know your landscape and my kingdom will be your secret place to escape

The land will be addicted to her king

Joy will ooze out with a ting

I can't promise they will be no doom but my head and hands will be your fool

Singing offkey hoping I look cool

Just name me King and let my heart rule.

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King Geoffrey

The truest words are clichés
Hammered so much they need stitches like an opponent Ali's gloves featured and fractured
On their face, his gloves were fixated
Battered and dizzy these words are dehydrated
No one pays attention because a hole has been punctured
The life swimming out of them like a juju movie
Close your eyes and understand or sue me
No one wants to play the rookie,
We want to own the empire like Cookie
Wrong determination clamoring like foodies
High up junkies
Aroused priests
Recycling King Geoffreys
Anointed words with no oil because you used it all frying our egos
Breaking down the Lego's
Mentally, never ride solo
Power is old words romancing new energy
The chemistry for an orgasmic synergy
An old virgin encountering an orgy
Senses get a little foggy
Touch the basics before you whistle for the doggy
Shivers are a bonus
They give chills like a thundering Zeus
Furious-ly own it and walk(er) away just to be remembered.


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A Bad Troski Day

I should have named this piece the "Trotro Chronicles"
For these words were framed in a trotro while eating popsicles
Life is diverse like the uninviting smell of a fart piercing your nostrils
It affects everybody like water ripples
But the one with the stiff face definitely released that gaseous "single"
Best reaction is to pray he didn't have an album on the way
Safe to say, it's weird when someone stands up to pray
But you respond when he says, "Praise The Lord!!"
This is the part where you pick your headphones and start listening to "Tom Ford"
Hoping your volume is high enough to crowd out the echoing voice of the guy on phone shouting through his China phone saying he just arrived in Abuja
You will stop comparing when you finally see the guy with his mouth wide opened sleeping at the backseat
Just before you've had enough, the "too-known" guy sitting by you signals you to shift a little to the side, he needs more room for his white suit
Finally before you alight, the young lady you had been admiring the whole time gets up and you realize she is not as roundly-shaped as you thought!!
Now that's a bad troski day!