Poetry: Get up, Lagos is awake


The Sun Is rising
I am still wallowing in my bed
O, lazy Issac
Get up and get yourself some bread
Lagos never sleeps
Why do you sleep then?
Lagos never stops its beats
Why do you stop your dance-steps then?
Monday to Friday work like a clock
Saturday and Sunday talk like a cock
And if I don’t work
I would die of being mocked
Money must be made
Love must be gained
Money makes a man feel loved
And Love makes a man feel more loved
She won’t follow you in poverty
but she can eat you when wealthy
So why do you run after her ass?
Get up and work, O issac!

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