Polygamy Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Not in my life will your head be raise
The Hitler beneath the tiles of Adam that roared it
All that goes around that its taste wants
With big small boobs and ass it can't fail to unlock
Getting them all in a house for the future doom
Not mine will I pray a foe to sway
Friends outside in a match colour attire
But slanderous talks against another all day routine
Orisa jekinpemeji obinrin kosi
That makes the second world war the best of its kind
Where men are seen walking dead humans
Why don't you build a ms pacmac's house than putting us in dismay.
No wonder it's said ile olorogun ile ariwo
No one would admits whose fault it lays
Could it be the man whose body is lust or the woman that is never submissive?
That the grave enrich herself through us
While those that ought to save millions of lives die with no hope
There is joy in polygamy neither do I pray to find myself in it
It's duty bound on mothers to guard their children till date lest they be walking dead fellows
Whatever you sow you shall reap.