Bedock Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Bemerage, I set my bay in unfortunate distort.
Knock, knock of a relay cerebrum.
Here, like Jesus ass.
Mine, Peter nor John, my help lays.

That square my home forever lay.
All thought lost for a saviour.
Who would that be to take off this yoke, my nerves?
Money nor wife my dreams distort.

How will my life drain in unholy timeline?
Could it be Samuel's calling that twinkle my ear?
Never, will it be 'cos far be it me.
If never be it me, what then is my gain lest I be
Jonah?

Come to your place my beloved mind lest tyre free
car be your gain.