Jesse Ojuka

Mystics also like biscuits belts and buckles 
It’s all chocolate chuckle for the saint that couldn’t paint 
What a failure to listen to disdain
If it wasn’t for the lamb, I wouldn’t be grand 
Leave it to the megaphone masters to bleed the plasters 
Selfish box
They launched the pipe into the sphere and wonder why it’s rare to care 
Upside down language
Is the only thing 
that seems not to fear