POEM 293: THIS IS NOT A POEM

Someday, when again I satire
political events around the Niger area
I'll write a poem on Baba Adamawa
featuring Dede Anambra.

In this poem of mine,
which shall be written in due time,
shall be words that mean a thing,
two things and many other things.

I shall scribble about an Atikulate Obituary
where all divides shall lie in state,
in a faux cemetery:
Her rite foul place.

I promise, there'll be no play on wards
in this future poem of mine.
And if you hold me by my words,
friend, the blame wouldn't be mine.

This is not a poem

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