FOOD FOR THOUGHT

Thoughts of you eat my nightmare
I met you in a dark bar, sipping a light beer
I bought you orange soda; I had a crush on you
You were pepperish, red hot like Yoruba stew
The kind of crush that can turn meat to paste
Your friends took table water, they had no taste
But when they ordered for sea foods, I smelt something fishy
I already had enough on my plate, plus I no get shishi
Pepper been no rest, not even tomato
I just go borrow underground like potato
Come dey burn bread any how like a bad toaster
I’ve sugar coated lines; I’m not a bad toaster
You were sow (so) fly, I wanted winged pork
But the dumb waiter didn’t give a fork
Like heated ice cubes, I let out steam
Your friends treated me like hot ice cream
In fact like a cannibal, giving me cold shoulder
Because I’m not a star or hero, I just turn gulder
I’m Soda like mineral but you gave me high spirit
You didn’t give me beef, venison was it
Chiking you was time consuming like eating a clock
It was all piom piom free, I didn’t suck
I clutched at straws; you gave me reply in sips
Just like pan cake, you gave me creeps (crepes)
You accepted me with a pinch of salt
Your past is a soured soup, not your fault
This love is warming inside, I’m like pots
Like my cashew driver, you drive me nuts
I know my onions but you make me cry….
To be continued