Nigeria's Democracy; House of Comedy [A poem] by WAHAB Mubeen Olorunkuse.

 House of Comedy 



House of Comedy 


While they sit up there 

sharing our national coffers

into their full filled tummy

and reserve for their children, 

we all laugh.


While they drink and get drunk

from our national dam and all 

we could get is a drop,

we all cackle.


While we crawl after scrumps 

from their tables like snail

and step on us as accelerator,

we all titter.


House of comedy acquits swindler, 

inculpate victims. In the house of 

comedy steal little, you'll be jailed,

steal big you'll be praised.


© WAHAB Mubeen Olorunkuse

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KOLAWOLE OPEYEMI (SST/23/0025) said…
What a queering moment of comedy satirizing the uproar of the Ambassadors of poverty.
June 12, 2021 at 12:43 PM
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