the great unilag team

sedate

Have I really become a crank?

And my mind wreathed by a kink?

All this I have come to think

As the land dressed in evening pink

When the sun down the horizon sink

Sitting by the ocean, the air silk

And I am left to a scrutiny, so dank

From polemist prodding me with a dirk

Prejudiced into thinking my feet are fork

My hand fanged, teeth serrated like one that suck

Blood, because I am an orthodox maverick

Beside himself in prescribing the stake

For those footloose like an insidious rake

Am I holier-than-thou in your existential clink?

I know, my words, your heart prick

Cause I have streaks of time-mark

Burnt into the skin like insignias of a rank

Of brooders hovering over humanity’s murk

I bare the crucifix of Truth, christened freak

My earthy mind bare the odium from a shusk

In knowledge, my spirit I dunk

I am a crank with a kink

And I savour the wanton crack

From myopic human speck

Billet anubis, copyright 2004, September 8