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LET ME RUN MAD TODAY

By Dara Opeyemi

I have come with a metal gong

To drive you nut, with no gang

My madness is sane

Crazier no lame

For your sake

I will be discreet

My madness be thus

That when it kicks

The sun will hide at noon

At dusk, the moon mourn

A terrible madness is born.

 

I feel the urge to run mad

Let the alicopop of poetry swallow me

Out of planet E

Let me transverse

Let my madness in Its might

Handicapped the thunder of its might

 

Let me run mad today

And forever remember to it rays

This my beginning

Of budding literal- madness

Let me be the buffer

Of the oppressed

By the oppressor

 

Let me run mad today

And tell kings to the their faces

They are mere handicapped leviathan,

Majesty of motionless kingdom

Taking currency from higher bidder  and pocketing

Subjecting subjects to sombre

And let them do their judgement to me.

 

Let me run mad today

And kiss the sun in the face

And tell him

He is brutish

He over-exercised power

Of heat infliction

 

He is to dry clothes

Not sunbaked the skin

He- to blossom plants

Not make the world

An earthly hell

When I tell him my mind in heart

Let him do his judgement to me

 

Let me run mad today

And tell my tutors

They are too bumptious

What lies in that brain ?

That they think can’t be drain

They should be humble

Else they crumble

 

Why you take me serious

Remember, only mad beings

Take I…..

This mad being serious

I do hope in my heart

That you can cope

With the madness

As sane as this.

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