From The Scientist In The Shade Poem by Adeosun Olamide

God mock me so that when I set to out
He wakes then the harsh sun to lick me
And when I by till night tolerant misdeed
He sends the stinging rain then to whip me
He mocks so- that while I by my bed to doze
Then when temper lure- sleep with silence
The wind comes knocking, knocking, sneaking-
Stealing sleep that almost art my vein
O, he does, he does the breeze to shut pane I freed
And when cold is high- slain my smoke with heat-
Be it known I know what wants- He, here at my will
My knees to acknowledge him greater and me lesser
Or not- I ate by thwart should hang self,
Aye you too muse how so, childish- the war he games
But let him- the trounce he wants get-
For when I’ done with-
He shall call the devil- angel
And me- me!