Breakfast – Christ a poet

Bucket list,
No…
A check list
Definitely…
Cremé de la cremé
A creamy latte for all
My troubles aren’t bad at all, sweet, sweeter, sweetest

A bucket list could come after,
After we’ve collided like Gas molecules inside a Cologne

No body badder
I’m not settling down the ladder,
Each column of our Adventure together would be littered with laughter

A laughter list
That would set my cry list ablaze for good
My oh my…
Delulu
Is that you?
Looks like I’m trapped with you…
Not like I mind,
Delulu is the solulu for a Long List of Breakfasts that could last a life-time,

Certainly, we should live to see the fine times,
Breakfast at least
Don’t die starving
Perfect trust, perfect love,
That’s what they had on the menu before it became crumbs,
Imperfect times shouldn’t defile the future fine lines
There’s a lot on your timeline,

Checkmate
Victory dance it is
You still stand a chance at love
Congratulations in Jesus name

Agba stepper
After you nah you,
if you had your way, you would have done leg walk,
But, no panic, your steps are being ordered into God’s menu,
Make a bucket list
Already,
God’s choice will overrule the checklist

The news of the free fat forest guard
The humble bird it had as its breakfast
The noise of the resenting jungle dwellers
And the anti-poaching authority
Is a bittersweet jingle for a product you dare not buy.

The parrot that dares spread this ungodly news
Ends eventually enslaved by the freedom in the cage
Singing special songs to the ears of the chief ensconced
In his palatial power-filled pulpit of pains
Inflicting.

You dare not tell thy three brothers what happened
Or the mice and their muse would feast
On your glory
Kiss you with lips of Judas
Deny you as though they truly are Peter’s apprentice
Before big brown fowl crows
A warning that night never loved plain soul