WHO'S TALKING ABOUT YOU ? – By OLAOBAJU OLAKUNLE OLAMIDE

Who's talking about you? 
Aww, I can't trudge there 
They will mock me 
The bats will laugh at me 
They will sneeze at my stop 
Cough at my start 
And hiss at my movement 
Who's talking about you? 

I can't sing there 
That they scream at the slightest mistake 
There that Jackson performed 
Ant 
Me 
Can't them pull 
Who's talking about you? 

Who's talking about you? 
I might miss the step 
I might drink and belch 
They will scorn 
And disdain me with beams 
I will never toil with the tusk 
Of Elephant that can kill 
Fiddle with the mane of lion 
Rather sleep and dine and wine 
With snail and ducks by the river bank

Who's talking about you? 
I went I saw mammoth crowd 
Like  sand of the ground 
My heart skipped and beat 
Beating faster than snare 
I will bury myself in the euphoria of my bed 
And avoid dysphoria 
Until their exodus

Who's talking about you? 
Who's talking about you?

© OLAOBAJU OLAKUNLE OLAMIDE
(#KMIXERS)

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