Son Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

He knows what is good and bad,
He choose the bad,
Refusing to be a man and a father,
Best baddest bed friend,
Ridding every woman's waist in pleasure, denying responsibilities, on arrival.
Headache to girls or ladies,
Flashing fake bling blings,
Which make him irresistible,
Crazy bald head, whose waist is now after the buttock,
And walking steps of a psychiatry visitor,
To his father, a prodigal!
Bench warmer every sunday,
Regular guest of heaven's gate,
Gone were the days,
When his dream was to be greater than his Father...
Terror of night and day,
Soul taker and mid-night knocker.
A proud slave, a soulless being, a mindless creature, you left the throne, to the bin, now, you are the devil's favourite demon, inside hell, in a cell.
-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu