I fear for a people,
Whose peoples,
Spend endless hours,
Seated in front of a PC.
Scamming
Scheming
Scumming.
Hoping and waiting
For an empire they did not build
For wealth they toiled not for.
Blind to all else,
But consuming insatiable greed.
Unafraid of its dire consequences.
The lust for gold chokes.
It subsumes heart and mind,
Leaving little else.
He claims to be the CBN Guv’nor
But here he is; has is a have
“is” and “are” a mystery.
Nevertheless, I ponder.
What manner of minds is so easily duped?
What specie of fellows totally lack guile?
What crop of women would pay for love?
Just as the man and the prostitute,
One is in existence because of the weakness of the other.
The young and the old, they sink.
The bog drags them in, sucking.
Just as the bug s proboscis settles in deeper, sucking.
The hackers of today are the leaders of tomorrow,
I wanna browse baby, all night long.
