Jesse Ojuka

Safe to say the evening was cherished and turned into a song
Pitter patter on the glass as the orange t shirt that was dry now returns to Poseidon
There has to be a cul de sac just for cartwheels
Hum to the crowd in place of a speech and it will be more than a the biro you’ll end up wasting 
Before it stains the pocket of your jeans
Who is more than the person that folds themsekves into a paper areoplane
And jumps off a cliff while called fool 
Yet he rises like a white swan made of light and defies psyhics 
Show me a room without politics 
And ill show you a room full of battle scared kids 
The only way really is to faint into paint 
Lids